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Dark Poetry #5

JenniferMaxwell

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since 2006-09-14

Posts 2423

0 posted 2009-01-03 04:57 AM

beans in her ears -

Fingerbones clacking nicotine rhythms
of two copper pennies and a dead swan
in wine stains. Her crinoline’s crushed
torn at the seams in a dark city she wears
only sparks and an electrical cord so stark
so bare. The spires are there choking
on smoke stacks dissolving in thick air.
The wine’s in a finger bowl but host’s
slipped down into a boy’s pair of short pants.
Her body’s grass stains and yeasty knees
for the confessional but god’s on sabbatical
wearing cabbage for ears.

LaGraceLa
Member

since 2011-01-30

Posts 243
Minnesota, USA

1 posted 2011-02-13 10:03 AM

Wow, I love it.

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