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
©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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