Monday, August 18, 2014

in the poetry of facing her thorns & earth loneliness



like a shadow

you show up swimming

from your latest white-out

your
papery thin
fucking of determined

sticks to the
middle of the door

Hate by Gladstone Midnight

diamond glinting

seating
nearly everyone

she blames

the party moonshine

flattening the drunken
prose

and a skinny boy
called Marina

black t-shirt pulled to a trickle

horde of tears
tattoo

imaging you

&

unholy car horns

the little poem’s
final choice