Thursday, November 7, 2013

Between terror & lust (w/glass in yr sneakers)

I love when you blink my eyes in the chrome sky
it took me years to get that act down
sharpening the edges to a point where they no longer
cast a shadow

                           I was raised on rusted sunsets
& spoonfed sea mist until I learned the proper footwork

from deep green to turquoise

& now every day is Kung Fu Saturday
with psychosomatic swimming pools the size of Nebraska
rearing up on their hind legs when the wind shifts
& it always does
                             just about this time of day
as the haze gives way to
    kool-aid colors
             served on a half-shell
by an out-of-work exotic dancer in a seaweed bikini
who knows my name