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


moochhi said...

aha! back to good stuff.

Pramshanks said...

"The verse is lovely, dark and deep..."

Girija said...

This one is a real beauty.... stark , naked ....