Matter
by Michael Workman on Tuesday, August 10, 2010 at 4:07am
it's sharp to be embraced
by an all-digital wetness
well past intercourse
where interconnected lights are small
each a massless mite enshrined in unreflecting glass
that transects the mind like
a quick punch.
in a torpid dusk of smoke and mire
smiling, encased in blue border, black margin
surrendered in a limited horizon
no matter if the dogs bark
(what dogs?).
sex is no matter, but a lot of money
a whole, empty sack of liquid ligands
perching and bending to our vanilla whim
and spinning by the boatload
we dash against the giddy helm
like bodies.
by Michael Workman on Tuesday, August 10, 2010 at 4:07am
it's sharp to be embraced
by an all-digital wetness
well past intercourse
where interconnected lights are small
each a massless mite enshrined in unreflecting glass
that transects the mind like
a quick punch.
in a torpid dusk of smoke and mire
smiling, encased in blue border, black margin
surrendered in a limited horizon
no matter if the dogs bark
(what dogs?).
sex is no matter, but a lot of money
a whole, empty sack of liquid ligands
perching and bending to our vanilla whim
and spinning by the boatload
we dash against the giddy helm
like bodies.