- Non-Erotic Poetry
- consumption
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Click herewhite Proust frock
blue gray pallets
parchment
cell phones
pagan music
windowsill
sparrows and
respirators on foreheads.
some far off sparkle
keychains and
half a tank of gas
eventually
pudding
like mud
under wagon wheels.
the cleanest sheets
with claystains
where the potato diggin toes at least still have a dirty wiggle.
Faust in long night with quill descending
Bearsdley
hugs the heavenly hips
of midnight while
Napoleon clutches his
soul
between
buttons of gold.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 19 years ago...that I love this. Just sayin'.
Oh - and I voted.
no thermometer, now, ever.
annaswirlsover 19 years agoyou have such a talent for taking language and making it play your tune. approximating rhyme with a tease, you dare us to pause.
I loved this:
"the cleanest sheets
with claystains
where the potato diggin toes at least still have a dirty wiggle."
Anonymousover 19 years agois a tremendous sense of power in these words.
I don't get one image or feeling...but like a slide show there are sudden bursts of sharp well defined pictures that form a very interesting chain.
great language.
