Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Where do I go from Here

I am the rubber necked ballet slippered
dancer that sits on a wooden stage with arches
like canyons, rubbing tired swollen feet that no
longer fit into cracks in the sidewalk.

I am the tug of war grease stained
sailors knot rope that is slung from the gallows
over sun ripened marshes, the stink
billowing into nostrils, sinking into hair folicles.

I am moon-kiss, wind-slap, sun-cracked
skin thats stretched over cheekbones
resembling wire hangers, each angle sharp
enough to poke your eye out.

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