Monday, August 8, 2011

Red Ribbon

red ribbon fall
from the mirror by the shore
where we were balcony

to orchestra

photo booth memory
next to my drivers license

explode the moon
and you'll see me

in an acrylic shade of blue

a crescent smile
lays dead in the sand
torturing my insides
cutting through flesh

removing the pancreas
then the liver

and then the brain

stroke the rear of my neck
with fingers and colourful little designs at the tips

lull me in your arms

my silver darling
my destroyer

my flare of the sun

yellow tape
to seal off the street you live on

i have these nude pictures of you
that i need to see from time to time

and it feels so wrong
just like my life

you're so far away now

i remember pigtails bound in red ribbon
saying more than words ever could

the last sunset
the last beautiful thing in this shit-hole of a world

1 comment:

seth kelley elkins said...

The imagery in this is startling and not unlike being kicked in the face. I likes.