Del Ray Cross
Ceci n'est pas une pipe.

I cannot draw
the blinds

from what I know
is a garage
and jetplane lights

are pulled
into the
dark sweet
smoke of night

the blinds
are drawn

painted golden
loaves of bread
standing up
on end

but the loaves
do not

"only real loaves
fall down…

painted ones
stay where you
put them"

it is a painting

the blinds
are not

but a
Tweetie Bird balloon
bobs up
and down
behind the hedge

and the moon
does not suffer
a spot
of ink

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