my-poem

Poem (Flik Flak) 

Flik Flak 

Fluke of lies ever eager 

Tails which crew leeward 

Do Everything here 

Nothing there, suspiciously. 

A cold day. No, the air- 

Conditioner is on. 

The garden on 17th Street 

Breathes too. What color 

Is the air? Oh someone 

Has stolen the cat again. 

Excellent squizeey eyes. 

Loquat what’s a loquat? 

Livermore Labs will be 

Calling any day, any day 

Now. 

 

October 18, 1997 

San Francisco