Ghazal of the Literal Contradiction
I have broken numbered hearts, unspoken mumbled rules.Faith comes in dirty colors, swims in summer schools.
Carbon copies fade the melting sun, dripping in a dream
where hard men curl and shiver, girls inside them waging duels.
Nothing changes into something else, simple-minded fact.
Switch places with a windowpane but don't mess with his tools.
One potato, two potato. . .That's plenty, no more spuds.
Famine's over, Emerald Eyes, we bathe in fossil fuels.
Ever the charmer, the wind machine sneezed on every candle
in the cake-sweet-smelling night. Say surprise, with jewels.
Don't make me do it, or deny it, or excavate. You dig?
We all got wound too tight: chokeholds on gasping spools.
