Richard Pearse

Your Ad in This Space

This morning dreaming of your love
as Vespucci dreamed of America
and he the first to see what it could mean--
"My own name on a hemisphere--
World's Biggest Billboard!"

Hiding out from your love on the road,
Managing the local team, losing, trouble finding the ball.
Plenty of sky out there,
but never enough detail to read into.
Your Russian-seductive eyelashes might have helped.

This morning your love sent a man with a gun
walking through my doorway: "You know why I'm here."
But no, I haven't been following the plot;
I got up late. No codes, no data to fill in the blanks,
no secret punches other than your love.

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