Monday, August 1, 2011

T'ain't no sin to take off your skin and dance around in your bones...




Contrasting messages in images
fade into the walls where love
actually means nothing despite its focus.

Poison frogs poison boldface
poison mushrooms poison symbols
and a dark cloud looms

over the western front, less dominant
than your alluring flower that
invites my wandering eyes to bed

and holds me there with illegible
written word visible through panted
breath and excited glare.

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