billyfivecrows

two poems...


(post coital notes)

Horses buried like panthers
In a machine, the bellies

Peeking out slowly, sweat
Like rumour of dew

On a forehead, genesis
Of ranges invisible. I don't

Blame the lung, a slave
That lives without you, I

Blame the planetarium
Of hell, the native

Honey that belongs to
Mane, the cancer

That belongs to game
Switching to gears

Of policy, searching
The fathers of the

Electric poor, one last

Pauper in the body.

**

(dyed like Nico)

Spokes begin at ankle.
Bottoms of bridges
Begin at bliss; breast
Begins to ache; it's
Earthquake, skyquake.
I am your mother, colored
With brake and mist.
How begins the day
Without you? Apricot breath
And coffee burning to
Censor. Platinum smoke
To a sexy lung. Underneath
Any sky is landscape.
Underneath any landscape
Is safari, sari; sanity escapes
The sun, addendum to shades
Of safety. Breath in needle
Of hope. Something to give now
Dead into color and shape, now
Sing to me and coughing laughter.
A sound is all I need and a place
To live and something to give
Likes gift in return, any time my
Courier, my hereafter heart.