Forward through the dark dens of time <br />she said and turned around showing me. <br />Volcanoes in the throes of passion. <br /> <br />To divulge thrown footballs in a forgotten town <br />naked feet upon a dashboard <br />else oblique wings. <br /> <br />Frown, early morning air, <br />sedate as convalescents. <br /> <br />Flickering stars upon a fur mirror. <br /> <br />Soupy cosmos. <br /> <br />Into landscapes of line and structures of tenement, <br />choose to merely sit and brood over stoves of controversy. <br /> <br />Sell hope to the locals. <br /> <br />On a molecular level there are no barriers between anything. <br />A life spent New York Timing beneath fireworks. <br /> <br />Our asteroid conversations wipe out all humanity. <br /> <br />Lighting up behind the garage <br />taxidermists retire from the art of con. <br /> <br />Besides it’s unimportant, the crux as light. <br /> <br />Chevy explanations. <br /> <br />There are no electricians to bring me calm. <br />Tremendous success came only after rain. <br /> <br />That amounted to nothing more than <br />do these shorts make me look fat? <br /> <br />Only life we have. <br /> <br />And the remote wouldn’t work, so I got up to go. <br />Seaports throughout the world, listen!<br /><br />Larry Sawyer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-exact-relational-center-of-the-anxiety-disguised-as-love/
