july 2010 poems
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THE ASHES OF EVE by robert louis henry
If only I could touch the hem of Freedom's robe while he wraps his arm around Chaos' waist. Chaos has the ashes of Eve on her blouse. But really, I just miss when creating stale air didn't occur to me. |
THE SALT MARSH by john swain
Sulphurous odor of low tide in the salt marsh like the closeness of bodies. I heard a clamor in the ibis rookery like shrines arising over piles of crab claws and down. Fire blackened the trunks of pine, so growth will continue, although the day is leaving, the reeds and sun meet in columns of imperial topaz. I moved into the sway, leaving flesh and shell for another flesh and shell. |
CLOSED EYES AT THE SPORTSMEN'S TAVERN by benjamin lambright
Old men faces pitted like tar drip lungs& tobacco songs hacked through humbucker overlay’s grey like a sound flared out dull eyes well hung on strapless backs against the wind cold walls dark eyeliner & fuck me in the back seat lipstick stained slims burn into barrel ash
You gotta smoke, man?
Can I get one lit up like the night, son?
Take a drag & dance for false rain roll your eyes back into the wet wet lie of it all & let it slide down slide down so slow the song crawls back into black lungs back behind grey on grey eyes back in time back before they could swallow us back before fist fights with fathers back before dropping out back to the time when kisses coursed with adrenaline when she pushed her unstained lips out into the winter back before you leaned too far & fell soul first into spearmint & salt.
the taste of her.
Old men faces pitted like tar drip lungs& tobacco songs hacked through humbucker overlay’s grey like a sound flared out dull eyes well hung on strapless backs against the wind cold walls dark eyeliner & fuck me in the back seat lipstick stained slims burn into barrel ash
You gotta smoke, man?
Can I get one lit up like the night, son?
Take a drag & dance for false rain roll your eyes back into the wet wet lie of it all & let it slide down slide down so slow the song crawls back into black lungs back behind grey on grey eyes back in time back before they could swallow us back before fist fights with fathers back before dropping out back to the time when kisses coursed with adrenaline when she pushed her unstained lips out into the winter back before you leaned too far & fell soul first into spearmint & salt.
the taste of her.
