Orange rose cluster
dewy invitation steams
delicious sweet scent.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Friday, September 10, 2010
I Touched Death 15.25
I touched death’s icy hand
and peeled back my crying skin
glued on
with false hope
safety pinned with lies.
This couldn’t be him
who
had captured my heart
cradled me in his hot embrace
searing, empty promises.
This wasn’t him, in this shiny black casket
in this frozen parlor.
This was a wax mannequin
an empty shell
pumped full
of foul juices
preserved like the frogs
ready for dissection
in 10th grade biology
I was dreaming.
My fingers touched his
hard and fixed
his death mask
distorted smile
carefully dressed in a suit.
I thirsted for his affection
slit without warning
on that dark haunted road
black as a tar
black as a bottomless well
yearning for the splash.
Frozen screams
skated across the green bog
trapped
beneath thick black ice
fists hammering an opaque ceiling
tagged and trapped in the horror zone
waiting for some sign
that I could still see him.
Shredded like a rag doll
sliced by hot steel
by a drunken monster in a black Cadillac
blood drained,
organs extracted
at no extra charge.
Waiting for one last damp kiss
before his appointment
with Mr. Grim.
and peeled back my crying skin
glued on
with false hope
safety pinned with lies.
This couldn’t be him
who
had captured my heart
cradled me in his hot embrace
searing, empty promises.
This wasn’t him, in this shiny black casket
in this frozen parlor.
This was a wax mannequin
an empty shell
pumped full
of foul juices
preserved like the frogs
ready for dissection
in 10th grade biology
I was dreaming.
My fingers touched his
hard and fixed
his death mask
distorted smile
carefully dressed in a suit.
I thirsted for his affection
slit without warning
on that dark haunted road
black as a tar
black as a bottomless well
yearning for the splash.
Frozen screams
skated across the green bog
trapped
beneath thick black ice
fists hammering an opaque ceiling
tagged and trapped in the horror zone
waiting for some sign
that I could still see him.
Shredded like a rag doll
sliced by hot steel
by a drunken monster in a black Cadillac
blood drained,
organs extracted
at no extra charge.
Waiting for one last damp kiss
before his appointment
with Mr. Grim.
Las Vegas 15.24
City of sin, din
sights and lights.
City of luck
Mega bucks
cherry red lips
Chicken Ranch hips.
City of lost wages
redeemed savers
wedding chapels and
venture capital.
City to lose
drink too much booze
rack up coins
wolf tenderloin.
A city with eyes
cameras up high
and Cirque shows every night
while gorgeous show girls
show off their girls
and Criss Angel levitates
breathing deep in a red rock scape.
A city of slots, high rollers, big shots
musical fountains and Roman art
River pools, sidewalk misters
Shopping malls, iconic vistas.
Where dry heat is a relative term
as flamingos drip on a Venetian urn.
And tourists leave last dollars
in Wheel of Fortune slots
shouting
honey come quick, I’ve won the jackpot!!
sights and lights.
City of luck
Mega bucks
cherry red lips
Chicken Ranch hips.
City of lost wages
redeemed savers
wedding chapels and
venture capital.
City to lose
drink too much booze
rack up coins
wolf tenderloin.
A city with eyes
cameras up high
and Cirque shows every night
while gorgeous show girls
show off their girls
and Criss Angel levitates
breathing deep in a red rock scape.
A city of slots, high rollers, big shots
musical fountains and Roman art
River pools, sidewalk misters
Shopping malls, iconic vistas.
Where dry heat is a relative term
as flamingos drip on a Venetian urn.
And tourists leave last dollars
in Wheel of Fortune slots
shouting
honey come quick, I’ve won the jackpot!!
Thursday, September 9, 2010
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