peter pan

i saw sidewalk face eyeshadow passing and remembered to
forsake all others: a weekend chore, then
pan
pan
pan
pan
pan
ic. why is this
the best or even better
one?
when i was young
i crammed the cupboard full of pots
and pans; slammed the door and listened
to the metal clashing sounding
pan
pan
pan
pan
pan
s. that's how the questions clatter, though much louder,
how my ears inside are cursing
keeping me from listening to--
Stop! no.
imbecile, just love the her in hand
and forget, forget, for
pan
pan
pan
pan
panic isn't how to live!




11/10/08