latte afternoons | formaldehyde
one word poem - formaldehyde - Mark PolizzottiFormaldehyde refrigerator in the shadows
Saints preserve us
Stiffened in our placidity
While the breeze ambles by
Casually smoking a cigarette
Wearing a straw boater and striped jacket
How good it is to be outmoded
No cares but to drift past windowpanes
Filled with the merchandise of yesteryear
A wooden Indian painted like Buster Keaton
A rubber tire patch with wireless antennae
The bicycles are all blue
But my shoes are green
No match, then
I’ll take my sandcastles alone
And ride them far across the waves
posted by sadi ranson-polizzotti @ 6:24 PM
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