Wednesday, April 30, 2014

black as cake (wood, acrylic, glitter, glue and paper)



sometimes it’s good to see



your name is a bowling
alley in my mouth
breaking my teeth

off into the wind.
little skydivers

their small hands
cupping the holy water
fish swimming in their depths

wearing the boots of beggars
filled with thorns

starburst wrappers
covering the living room
of my bloody mouth

while bombs explode 
in the background

the naked reporter on CNN
dipping her cheeseburger
into the BBQ sauce

quietly telling me
‘she’s loving it’

her thin hipbones exposed
she can’t be more than thirty

death a distant dream



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