Friday, March 30, 2007

A Possiblity?

the world flies
by me faster &


i feel like Tati's M. Hulot
more & more every day

i am the very embodiement
of the wrinkled trenchcoat
the crushed hat
& the too short highwater pants

but it is the pipe
that jutting pipe
jaunty, almost,
that i strive for

there must be some light
in the befuddlement i feel
& that pipe is the
the key

1 comment:

thirdworstpoetinthegalaxy said...

This one brings me back to those days when people could still smoke in-stores.

It was then that I became obsessed with the smell of pipes.