for starters
today just aint
normal
its all fuzzed up
grainy
like an old television
one with old
antennae
the movable kind
and
the screen is
all wrong
like watching a
cold weather
college football game
in a dump of a
stadium on the
least of fields
sore
red but not
the color is all
wrong actually
or the hue
or the tint
or the contrast
something
something has this one looking
and feeling not right
the greens are mossy grays
pale blue is silver
browns drying to
tinder box orange and
yellows
sea birds just hang in
the still and softened
mixture of gasses
we breathe
unsure
whether rain or
ash will visit them
today
word is the
oil slick
is rounding florida
like a serial killer
and it seems the
murder in the gulf
was just diversionary
as the spill sets sights
on the keys and
the carolinas
there
maybe that’s it
the quicksilver and
mud and tar
reflecting and refracting
the sunlight to blanket
my blue
maybe that’s why
my today looks like fire
has been
maybe its the
quarter million
new neighbors
this week
wearing out brake lights
and rubbering necks
who do not care
that it kills us
to bear this child
for them
the every year
like open flower
trod upon before
burning up
in surrender
round mid day
or
maybe its
just haze left by
humidity
that wont
go away
its
the day after
memorial day
and the march of
the gasoline cans
is just getting
under weigh
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