We are so thoroughly sidewalk.
There are lights in my soul.
Through a trapeze I wear my tomorrow suit.
Saturday is such an exotic animal
as we devour our headaches, open our papers,
kneel between carnivores peeling silences.
My heart is a peninsula
where we eat the dessert called 'memory.'
Larry Sawyer
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-s-pure-genius/
