Friday, December 3, 2010

Poem by Cola Hines

Against Description
Well I’d say in general there is too much in here
and when you open it up, it all falls out —
so why invite us anyway? To help clean up this mess,
or be impressed —
but anyone saturated with stuff and nonsense would agree
a breath of fresh air is far more useful
you carry the antidote around
in a pocket 
amid the clutter this does not connect yet another
thing that shrieks unbidden —
the last refuge of content a high shelf above the door; watch out when you reach up
your smile is an airport and I travel far; but in the pleasant and cobbled streets 
of Viscera I meet Migraine —
she has sexy legs and a face you can’t imagine. End of story

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