April 11, 2013
Amazing that I'm up so early! Since I "retired" I got into a late night late getting out of bed mode. Trying to change that. I've been away a while, but I'm back to writing new poems. here's one I haven't posted on this site yet:
Sing
Let
them sing of other things
of
withered leaves in wooden troughs,
ducks
who mock the butterflies
that
steal the honey from the honey pot.
The
awkward shirt and ties,
they
botch the moves
they
worked so hard to memorize.
Steel-toed
working boys, they bang it dead
to
rights… poodle dresses thick in lacy,
jacked
up high above the head. And all
them long,
black cigarettes aglow deep down
below within
the hidden crannies of the alleyways.
Butter
knives and table spoons,
rubber tubes
a tombstone white
bind the
bruising limbs, the riverbeds
running
red… death devours death.
Her
shadow cuts lean and clean,
slices through
the eyes that follow her;
slurred
whispers chase her down
the
parking lot. “Don’t leave,” they say,
“come
play your dog and cat with me.”
And she
does.
She
hangs her coat upon the air,
the
burly bouncer rubs her there
between
the legs… She doesn’t care,
he
doesn’t stop until he’s done in her,
until
her asphalt skin begins to sing
the
blood-soaked song he came to hear.
—rrw
o3-3o-13
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