Dec 28 2008
Of Symphonies And Breakfast Dishes
I will come and work your farm in dentures Make scenes in the Stockhausen morning naked Shout at the dusty dog who likes to play around that pick-up full of bean sprouts and Telemann Listen for the errant Lohengrin hidden away in your woods that contain a dream of enfabled Venice You lost to the Trojan stewardesses. Sing Die Winterreise to myself and a mannequin-quiet cornfield, distant clouds scattering in the sky within like pages. Be your introducing broker when you wish to speculate in precious metal flutes in cowgirl pork-belly bags You’re resonating between. During the night, Watch 72nd Street subway riders disembark in your sink full of symphonies and breakfast dishes. ____________________________________ A.G.’s Home Site: www.gobi-igloo.com
