August 26, 2011 10:17 PM
Hurricane
Unblock the drain,
a big storm comes!
Pour it water, gulp it down
scrape its muck out with your nails
kick it out there with your boots,
let the steaming whale rip through!
And when she arrives, open your eyes
to the dance that she spins
up the colorful and damp,
up the dried out and defined,
up the nightmare and disguise.
And after, you can sigh
and look up at the sky
and see a little fly
land and fly, little fly
a little fly who'll maybe die before you.
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