Wednesday, March 25, 2009

bragging for humanity

scratched just plucky
like that we move
a sure thing with a bum leg
spilling over and out
partly fun and funny in parts
compromises that aren’t so great
a cloche hat and a slim smile
bent and bit off and chewing
pressed along the seams
poured from the pint glass
ground up and spit back and picked off and pinned to the wall
fortune hunting
a pitch to sell the world
lashing up in a bloom of sparks
an airy place to stall in
kind of jumpy
but alive
skimming the pith
bored and chary
a face carved in a rutabaga
a lost cause