We are so thoroughly sidewalk. <br />There are lights in my soul. <br />Through a trapeze I wear my tomorrow suit. <br />Saturday is such an exotic animal <br />as we devour our headaches, open our papers, <br />kneel between carnivores peeling silences. <br /> <br />My heart is a peninsula <br />where we eat the dessert called 'memory.'<br /><br />Larry Sawyer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-s-pure-genius/
