plane home
May 19, 2010
all night the moon planed white
a fleshy slice of pear across a lapis bowl
the laughless chalk, the drone, the drone,
MacKinnon, Angell, Scott,
skinny, sunburned, exhausted tour done,
in turbined silence, half a world,
they waked young Mickey, his casket
home.
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