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
.

3 comments:

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 ....