Tuesday, February 15, 2011

FAT GRAPES

ROAR she said.
Gnarly knots tangled her head
Per-fect-ly imperfect
Big eyes
small breasts
Sit like fat grapes on her face
Her chest

Viciously long she spat
Hissed
Made love in her habitat
Foul mortal tastes invade
Invade her body like
Nightshade
Serenading renegades

Oooohhh she crooned
Hatching music
That gives birth
Chromatic sensibilities
her raw ugly bitter grotesquely beautiful voice un-earths
And descends like rain
on intimate archways


3 comments:

  1. Wow... this is intense and amazing!

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  2. this is amazing so lyrical, I strongly suggest you write more of these not because I want to read more (which I do) but because I think you definitely have something going here. Just the words intimate archways together are so beautiful, it makes me want to know you, maybe I do. whoa

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