Those Lovesick Swallows
Just when you're sure
the moon isn't going to fall
and no parallel universe
will open, with the Indians
and the buffalo wandering beneath
unpolluted skies once again,
he walks back into your life,
spins it around.
He kisses your mouth,
suckles your breasts
and carries you to where
pain can no longer follow,
to where those crazy lovesick
swallows from Capistrano
fold wings around you,
and the juke plays oldies
all day.
Pris Campbell
©2006
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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