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david badgerow Jan 2013
she washed off all her make up
with the hose from the garden
as the radar sun sank below
Nelson hill

i watched her dance and strip
in my bedroom
like a ballerina behind a smoking gun
she asked if i liked what i saw
and i said nothing

instead i sat in front of her burning
an awkward leaf of paper between
my busted lips
while her hips in the mirror
got the best of me

and then all at once
like a building's collapse
i confessed:
don't release me until it's over
this is the first time i've loved you.



that night
we sank to new depths
beneath
the warm molasses midnight moon
lying on the cold kitchen tile
of my father's house
barely speaking.
david badgerow Dec 2012
i sent a postcard
from a deserted train car
but you threw it away and
wept over the way i wrote your name--
the last time you saw me
i was wearing a pink carnation
in a pin-striped suit
but i traded it on a cold night
nearly three years ago
for a swig of rotgut wine
and a
*****
postcard.

--now i'm waiting for you
to turn into a paper bird
and burn
into
me.
david badgerow Nov 2012
"this is our new thing"
you sigh as we lie on your bed
fully clothed on top of each other
on top of your down blanket.
you stuck needles in my arm
and i stuck needles in your arm
"we both deserve this"
i whisper into your eyelid
with cigarette breath
underneath four months
of hibernation teeth.
david badgerow Nov 2012
our tongues were
postponed
                                   in ecstasy
and now i
can
feel the tension
mold
around the warm glow of your breath

the tremor of my body is born
in my heart and etched in cold swingsets.
david badgerow Sep 2012
right now,
my
bottlecaps
are filled with ashes
and appleseeds.
david badgerow Sep 2012
i am in an intelligent concrete room
while familiar silhouettes switch direction in the balmy wind
there is a dim stone portal spending a light
so still and small and dissolving into the sunless wall
under the scattered ruin of the sacred world
its gaunt mind studies beneath hieroglyphs
and into oblivion

it is later in the night and i am riding on an unsettling
crucifix doused in drugs and hammocks and the
blind face of eternity is wearing a headdress
filled with plumes of indecipherable intellect
and she has transcended my ego
with holy dreams
david badgerow Aug 2012
in a dream that i can't shake
she was standing by a fence post, shaking
all alone with tears in her eyes
with the dawn on her breast and lips
and the stains from my kisses there too

then i turned to the east
and look myself in the face
i am the sun and i am tired
i haven't slept in days
because there are
better things to do
in bed
when i'm with
her.
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