Monday, September 6, 2010

the gory game

after the last one
watching people in love
is like studying someone
& in slow motion
falling face-down
upon a bed
of long sharp blades
disguised as newly
opened flowers
you scream for them
to stop
but their eyes roll back
in ecstasy
as they drop hard
onto gory knives
hiding in fresh colored glory
This blog is updated irregularly and has nothing to do with the poet's output. The poet is actually disturbingly prolific. He writes about 5 poems per day. The pages are everywhere, even stacked in the bathtub.