Thursday, May 30, 2013

poem-a-day #31

gasp.  the man lightning
lady lullaby lady lullaby
lighting man takes
calendar spaces & paints in
awful colors.  awful stands for
what i don't understand
have never seen
cannot try
to say
the page was ripped straight
out of time, the mottled edge
trimmed for a clear
impression.  they opened my
throat, peered in, saw sexy
talk.  wet numb or
unusual in parts we examine
the sturdy plush body,
we try to connect.
it is ugly
or is it

5.23.13

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