Sunday, February 12, 2006

a conversation over beer at main and laurel

Would you come to Riesen with me?
Would you

Our desperate conversation begs you to
and bring and join in fecund times
My beard and doleful eyes
The crop of my hair attracts you, I believe
Words uttered, then muttered
I highlighted them in the crossword
They sound unsure
but my ideas are developed
as much as the knowledgeable table of genial people behind us
My ideas demand you.

p.s. blogger sucks, it won't let me format this poem the way i want

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