Thursday, May 21, 2009

Weather Bodied

You leave me dry
with a desert mind
with your desert body

I ought to embalm
(interpolate moisture)

You bring the dirt
I'll combat with the rain

Do we speak of our motives
as such opposing forces
inciting disaster?

I can flood your desert town
you'll dry the Hudson

We can't contain our
expression we touch
more than just the 

This country won't be
the same after
we're done with each other

Though it can never be over
as I'll be planting cacti at
Coney Island for years to come
you'll expand the Kidney-shaped
pool for a new desert ocean

I covet the cracks
now burned in my skin
I support your ambition
your drowning

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