Friday, September 25, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Shed
She
shed like snake skin
or cicada shells
or night crawler castings
subtle leavings
in midnight grass
and the dew
and the drunk
of summer
of lovers
she
shed like antlers
like a gecko tail
dropped in a dalliance
with danger
that writhes in a charade
of autonomy
and a dilettante's
dance with destiny.
shed like snake skin
or cicada shells
or night crawler castings
subtle leavings
in midnight grass
and the dew
and the drunk
of summer
of lovers
she
shed like antlers
like a gecko tail
dropped in a dalliance
with danger
that writhes in a charade
of autonomy
and a dilettante's
dance with destiny.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Sunday, September 06, 2009
The Pier at Sunset in Key West (Rollin')
Chestnut Camille
freaks on the pier
and a shriveled up lime from Margaritaville...
Rollin'
Like a sunset escape artist
turning blue and spitting
while behind him bobs a big white boat...
Rollin'
Three stories high
where seagulls fly
stalled where the lifeboats swing-
Leans a man, and his lei, and his wide brimmed hat
looking down at all that mud...
Rollin'
Originally appears in a 1998 edition of the HazMat Literary Review
Wednesday, September 02, 2009
An Ending
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