Hey Roach
Stagnant, squat on pearl Corian.
Armor
wings, threaded eyes
beat the cracked porcelain.
no. satin peanut. no.
glass sea.
yes. Water flags the
storm. Scurry, bloated thought on
vinyl, slipping, a red hair
wrestling grease, fish spine of
year-old avocado, swoosh. Then,
darkness, always. There, needle
pokes the sky. Rain of world, but
now
Shavings of razor, swimming
everywhere, millions of sharp
worms, throb, pulse, crave. With
dead breath, and bit of turkey, time for
sleep.
Comments (2)
Is this from our poetry class our senior year?
Posted by T Haynes | November 22, 2007 11:20 AM
Posted on November 22, 2007 11:20
Thanks for the advice. Will put it to work. Tom
Posted by Nicki Minaj Pink Friday | November 21, 2010 1:13 AM
Posted on November 21, 2010 01:13