Those Lovesick Swallows

Just when you're sure
the moon isn't going to fall
and no parallel universe 
will open, with Indians
and buffalo still roaming free,
he walks back into your life,
kisses your mouth,
suckles your breasts
and carries you to where
those lovesick swallows 
from Capistrano fold
their wings around you,
and the jukebox plays 
oldies all day.

Pris Campbell

Art: The Room
  by Alberto Sughi
Note: I can't find a contact address for this wonderful artist, who was born in 1923. I always ask permission of living artists, if he is still alive. If anyone has a way to contact him pls inform me.

Publication: In OCHO 12/2006

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