sub-serious I

"sub-serious I"

In a certain light nothing
Moves like reptile skin,
Fog and quiet breath
Inhaling just to let in
Night and drugs and subtle
Exists lost on highways
Imperfect for all the
Seasons no one loves
When trees bloom in
Estuaries like all shellfish
And guppies planted to
Replenish redwood forests



April 12, 2004
Copyright J.S. LeBoeuf 2004