The naked parrot
issued a squawk,
the boughs of orchard trees
watched it with some fascination.
She turned
devoted to the forest
older than humanity
her face
the face of an old actress
glistening with rain
a night animal’s mystery
wandering aimlessly
slave to a fiery obsession
the hand of Fate
breathing in
moths:
substitutes for air
individual beasts
In the darkened villa
her black dress shimmered
like crocodile skin.
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 11:32 AM UTC
Cocoon wrapped,
soft and kind lovers
grow out of my shoulders,
I feed them
on milk tea and toast,
cover their limbs
in soft wool and linens
kiss their eyes,
trace their skin
and whisper to them
of constellations
hoping some day
to have their bodies
pressed against mine
dissolving the terror.
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 2:02 AM UTC
Twenty mountain ghost coat calls,
clothes hanging,
the wretched rack,,
kids pulling teeth with pliers,
blood mouthed,
sipping on *****
half toothed smiles,
fake tattoos,
t-shirts displaying dream destinations,
lives built on single purchases.
Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 4:46 AM UTC