"Cape"

"Cape"

"Cape"

A weekly poem, read by the author.
July 27 2004 8:49 AM

"Cape"

Listen to Dana Goodyear reading this poem. Take me to your sleeping porch! Cross-breeze. Swiss dot. View. We'll try for some rude healthful pure, do what young people do.

Or, I'll point out scenery,
the more expensive property.
A slurry beach.
An empty breach.
Thick, eggish water breaking
on the boring, boring shore.

Is everything defective here?
There are men downstairs who think
that gin's a breakfast drink.

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I mean to say: It's May.
Let's find an outdoor shower.