Thursday, March 21, 2013

A Soup Moister than Breathing

I spike memories into the eyelids.
Ferociously a red gasp of bones
Uplifts, shaken between kisses.

Sperm like the cataracts of Medusa
Muffles the heart entirely,
A jellyfish sobbed upon the land.

They rodeo the lonely cats into drops of rain.
Like go-to teeth,
Drop marmalade and blood into your "special" face.

Like water,
Like a spine of spayed cats
Like a tearing river of green garages

Bite your own fall
And romp symmetrical pegs
Into that costume of soul.

A movement, dreaming of hands, forms under a blanket of ire.
They don't love you like I love you.

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