Monday, May 14, 2012

Dali and a molten lie

molten wings
of snow white birds
stain the crisp blue sky
molten smiles
of pin-up girls
hang in the sun to dry
molten flowers
on unburied coffins
wait for the corpse to die
molten words
on pale blue lips
drown the stifled cry
molten quill
in a shaky hand
paint a picture that lie

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

washed ashore the riverside

the crow with no memory
perched on her nose
pecking for the pain buried deep
toothless piranhas
had nibbled on her nipples
sucking out bubbles of trapped love
broken claw of a hermit crab
shed of celibacy
still lie buried between her legs
bits and pieces
of dumped old garbage decay
sieved and tangled in her hair
still, her cracked cold lips
part ever so slightly
for the kiss of life

Thursday, May 3, 2012

a moon in a web

a tired moon
in spider web
a fluttering smile
to the throbbing mind
a crimson sunset
deep in the eyes
a swinging heart
in threads of love
wandering fingertips
by thin film of guilt
a pounding heart
a rhythm to dance
shadows of tiredness
slowly in purple wetness
thru the web
the moon back to the sky