pome

London Buses Blowing Up
for Childhood

Somewhere on the syntax a paper clip heart
Got bent at the thought of it. I tossed it, no, you
Tossed it, no, it fell apart when the cellphone vibrated:
"I can get us a free hotel in Puerto Vallarta, what do you say,
lets make something happen." To paste the city of Buffalo
onto the overall collage of our joint anxieties and see what happens.
What you'll get is a genetic infant sketch of your history married to mine
And our house for sale on the moon projected on the exterior wall
of the museum of contemporary art, bartheelona. You see, we are not
all that apathetic under neon lamps, just bored of boredom for sun deficient's sake
Because its a damn good source to replay the tragic comedy mostly
made up of miles and long distance phone bills and texts and sweat
On the treadmill, that god given treadmill to keep us from going Kerouac mad.