Poem: the thief

Post was created on September 17th, 2014

the red startle of duct tape
on the edge of your date book

is your way of pissing

on perfection

when broken things claim you
like rats from a sewer

you bind them to you
with stolen orange prayer flags
to keep them

from floating away

with the dish and the spoon
til the little dog laughed

but your lenses are missing
and your suitcase is full

of clown noses, shady hollows
that won’t be broken or fixed

beat the drum softly
with the secret code
of the thief

then we’ll all follow you

with a skip
drag
and sing