Another Aesthetic Phenomenon

return to mud. Another Pink Floyd. Another strawberry. Another 

uptight left and right. Another hole in the water. 

Another marble arch. Another fantasy. Another fruitless eyesore. Another 

falling sky, showing a lot of skin. Another horrible,

long long time. Another three-legged step. Another conversation between   

her legs and yours. Another snickering solemn vow. Another 

brisk smoke. Another bloodthirsty photographer. Another time fold. Another

secret garden, wailing at the walking trees. Another cave 

of paper mirrors. In my room, another empty space, 

or call it a lie, this funny feeling. Another  

witty bomb. Another cold day of the week. Another 

whispering waffle iron. Another water pail full of sunny 

stars. Another ship. Another guardian angel in trouble. Another

dove's feather. Another banned glass eye. Another interesting 

orange juice. Another magnet. Another curious fig. Another map

of someone else's meditation on abandoning hope at saving 

the world. Another apocalyptic crow's grumble on the wind. 

Another hideous microwaved zoo animal in full color. Another

weird button. Another entry in the book. Another odd 

thing to say. Another banana dandelion. Another pebble, slipping  

your damaged fingers. Another breath caught. Another outlandish postcard. Another flaming glowworm. Another headbanger. Another stifled gasp. Another

way to say I mostly love you. Another song.