Sunday, August 28, 2011

Fridge Poetry 2

fool's joy
can be cupped
--
if I die
I go through
smiling
or I linger
--
red desire melts
the prisoner's hard heart
a champagne dance as
smokey sex
green glass & blue grass and, and
when will I be one?
--
my sister and I worry
must men moisten their lips
about me wild for her?
make home would you
without her!
the dark morning comes
not night-time poetry
--
eat more over need
candy and coffee,
fish and fat,
pies into poison
as porcelain breaks

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