miércoles, octubre 25, 2006

Back door of the Blog

It's been so long that I feel like I am sneaking into the back door of the blog.

Rusty doorknob, stained glass smeared with pigeon's work.
Dirty hand, knowable.

Beard alone. Quick.

Thwack the able
on the heavy-handed. We got a long way to go un-
ruly. The tools

are big and rusty. You will never take conundrum
away from me. Discombobulation, either,

sweet miser, even though your third-grade waddling
English teacher loved it too.

-ThE TodDlers coMe Running. ThEy DO