Posted by giveawayboy on May 24, 2002 at 23:52:53:
The moon is like my mother.
Over my left shoulder and full she hangs,
Her rocky heaviness, carving out part of a month.
I am a hunter.
The wind is from which direction?
I walk stealthily down to the drug store.
I step on a rat.
I have an unknown fear of Australian Funnel Webs attacking me.
The guys in the yellow car all stare as they buy their tacos.
Have they never seen a man walking?
Cats are making strange sounds.
They don't have social security numbers.
I can't get natural. I try.