Sunday, December 18, 2005

At the peak of my pendulum I
felt the flash in your soft, indefinite
colored hair. And your lips burned
at the corners (I could tell) where
the spittle had leaked out of your con-
temptuous smile and froze.

The phoenix left your throat as you
yawned wide your facial chasm
and streaked into space like quick
fire. For a moment I hung at the bottom—
inertia is not—and saw the meaning of
your burning song in my ear, the nuance
of your vocal penetration.

Wet sand on my feet, friction melting
me like glass and then I stopped and stood
under the blue fluorescents and glanced at
you: male form in relief against the green-red
diamond field. I said “let’s get some nachos” and
you laughed, not understanding. You paid for them.


Anonymous
07:58:08 PM

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Blah, I hate when girls pay for things.

Anonymous said...

"glanced at
you: male form in relief against the green-red
diamond field. I said “let’s get some nachos” and
you laughed, not understanding. You paid for them"

the girl didnt pay

Maverick said...

Miss, you have my undying respect.

Anonymous said...

Thanks, Maverick. I liked some of the lines in your poem, and they're what inspired me to post on here to begin with.

Anonymous said...

To clarify, post this poem on here.

I'm a pretty regular poster.

Anonymous said...

I'm a guy anyway.

And yeah, the poem was about a guy. Eat your heart out.