Del
Ray Cross
Ceci n’est pas
une pipe.I cannot draw
the blindsheadlights
from what I know
is a garage
and jetplane lightsare pulled
into the
dark sweet
smoke of nightthe blinds
are drawnTheofilos
painted golden
loaves of bread
standing up
on endbut the loaves
do not
fall
because“only real loaves
fall down…painted ones
stay where you
put them”it is a painting
the blinds
are not
drawnbut a
Tweetie Bird balloon
bobs up
and down
behind the hedgeand the moon
does not suffer
a spot
of ink