Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Polar

shivering a little, she asked if i was alright

and we are prison card games
forest fires 85% contained

but her constellation smile
orions belt
polaris so labia-esque
neptune floating in tar
revealed

i can feel
the ocean air piercing my back side
but there is warmth enough
right in front of me

right in front of me

Gem

it's something spontaneous
the cure-all
necessary bone revelation
of nicotine stained wallpaper
sweat stained bed sheets
a monochromatic mundane
a bed of ivy when you squint your eyes
patterns in the stucco ceiling

it's pouring gasoline
on the living room carpet
with your family bound by nylon rope
giving muffled screams and pleas
from the master bedroom down the hall

the luminescent moon
makes a ruby of a townhome

in a bed of sapphire