Tuesday, October 28, 2008

don't bang your head on the stars!

burn, like faggot
fertile, like river banks over flowed
drunk, like butterfly at fermented fig
fertile, like soil topped with ash
loaded, like freight train
shot, like russian roulette loser
urgent, like orgasm
shot, like broken arch
wound, like god's eye
jarred, like peaches
stiff, like over
jarred, like every soldier
high, like wow
cruel, like hope
sure, like now
cruel, like malignant
wet, like inside
dharma, like burn it
known, like biblically
dharma, like virtue
clean, like fashion
fire, like sun god
nipple, like yum
fire, like heart
golden, like dusk
seen, like ant farm
fleeting, like virgin
seen, like vision
smart, like silence.

1 comment:

Jeffrey Spahr-Summers said...

This poem is incredible Amy. Well done! Jeff