Open Poetry #29 |
what I lost in Albuquerque |
jasonm New Member
since 2003-10-01
Posts 8 |
A dim man it is proselytizing in the dirt like a flower planted upside down in arms so warm to sit as mute as stone waiting for an energetic dog to excavate him out of the ground Scars, fires, other men's clothes, orbits that meet jump their tracks trade directions like trains at the end of a line with little or no courtesy no high desert breeze or even a cactus to look at sometimes Eventually a lover pulls him out of the ground and drags him to the dentist where he reads People magazine and bleeds in relative quiet and agrees for some reason to come back in next week and pay for this again I keep my secrets in a script of crayon on the sign that's taped to the back of your shirt At night when you undress and turn your head I hide it under the couch... My eyes are on the inside like the lights of planes in clouds |
||
© Copyright 2003 jasonm - All Rights Reserved | |||
vlraynes Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-25
Posts 8229Somewhere... out there... |
"I keep my secrets in a script of crayon on the sign that's taped to the back of your shirt At night when you undress and turn your head I hide it under the couch... My eyes are on the inside like the lights of planes in clouds" Jason...wow...I REALLY enjoyed this! Love where it took my mind while reading it. Very nicely penned, my friend. ~Vicky When the power of love overcomes the |
||
QjQ Member Elite
since 2003-04-18
Posts 3756U.S.A. |
nice penning,,,,
|
||
⇧ top of page ⇧ | ||
All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. |