Thursday, November 16, 2006

fall poem

Inspired by the Mountain Goats ('My love is like a cuban plane...'), and by feeling not quite satisified with the pastoralism of autumn sorrow, a la Robert Frost.


My love for you is like a plastic bag
Stuck in a New York tree. Visible
Only after the leaves have fallen.
Whipping in the crosshatch canyon winds
Like the tattered flag of a pirate ship
Wrecked in a long forgotten B-film.

My love (for you) is non-biodegradable.

15th November, 2006, Cambridge, MA
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