It is summer
and I am drunk.
In the garden an enormous pink rose
is whispering to a rock.
--
It is winter
and I fall asleep
and dream of spring
of blue rain
and your shadow
on the moon.
--
I do not recall
how womanly my skin felt
but one day it leaves me.
--
Some men who drive in mist
may need a pounding.
--
Easy like his lie.
--
Frantic beauty.
--
Delirious from chocolate
wax goddess worshipping
could crush her will with lust.
--
Peachy wind
yet sad like
symphonies.
--
Essential languages are nearly gone.
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
Posts
