Currently reading : Blowing Kisses from an Underwater Piece of Cloth
If the flesh is wholesome ”¨like a fresh coconut slice
then they are the flesh holes of some”¨ malnourished art deco bag of bones
that won’t stop at stop signs or a limelight”¨ or quit the gamble
when they are obviously ahead.
When the oreganos of a Summer morning”¨
shift their aromas into my drugstore sleep, I declare
all my bad behaviors to be an act ”¨the way a kleptomaniac really wants
the attention of her ex-lover who is out snorkeling
”¨with his latest girlfriend amongst those Miami starfish.
The tropical boys may swish their asses but they
”¨batter the bloated hands that feed them
with their rainbow lips submerged and retarded.