He Is Clean   Leave a comment

much can be said for being clean
for looking both ways before crossing the street
and keeping ice cream somewhere cold

here’s the thing she says
clean doesn’t get below the epidermis
where whatever wheels, grease, glue or lilacs make a mind
with all its passions
where a tiny completely formed woman resided in my head
and pentagraphed room-sized ideas
and lived with forceful frissons
tiny tornadoes really
that shook my being

he never noticed
he scrubbed good grease and grit
scrubbed the curious right off the cat


Posted February 10, 2011 by strongjacksonpoet54 in Uncategorized

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