Let’s crush pigeon-hearts
and run amuck.
Let’s rip the moon down;
let’s sew her to the ground
and slide across her face
with muddy feet.
Let’s howl at passing traffic
and lie naked in the rain,
watermarking our one double-body
on the pavement.
Let’s catch fish with our bare hands
and roast them with a lighter,
make seaweed crowns,
pass out on the sand
between giant whale-ribs
and sleep.

©LS 2012

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