Thursday, March 3, 2011

Maroon Tiles

Deep voice and velvet tomato coat,
face screwed up to pastel crystal light
of early morning cool sun
glint off cars waiting to pass in Marriott
-please for taxi's only cul-de-sac-
blister glitter off street sign corner
'round building squat,
Alright, alright, alright, move it on,-

the car chugs infuriated
rolling brake stop engine whine
haven't quite woken up murmur--

hotel attendent waving him through
to guests, become passengers,
onward airplane miles cloudless-

tell me--

invented dream morning dove-

held in shaking hands-

blueberry fantastic sky-

who cradles falling baby stars, in the know-nothingness
of thursday morning eternity?

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