I hear words
in clips and phrases that will float
around inside, delicious combinations that
I delight in repeating, tasting, playing
I find them on t-shirts. On neon
signs. Spray-painted in tunnels. In one of
Ray Bradbury's stories. In bizarre
conversations. I make them up.
In little stitching
on the polo-shirt my bro-in-law stole from
his old roommate.
It makes me smile every time.
You know, when they scrape the pavement before
and on dangerous roads that
Big flashing letters,
I checked up close in the window,
it's not like the leg of the R isn't lighting
It's just not THERE.
I don't know why.
It's just super-spiffy.
Ray Bradbury, I think I love you.
There's more where these came from.
There is always more. I just have to keep an eye
out, an ear open.
I wonder where that comes
from, 'an eye out'.