sometimes the crows they come…

first timer

up until now, i never
kicked the last breath
out of a hand-wrap to feel
the night close around me,
etc., fade to black. blowing
balloons in the oxygen
spiked air of a late evening
in springfield without rationale;
i wanna fuck my fiance while
she works tagging photographs
with biographical information.

my eyes are tired
but i can still laugh when
the meaning of this quiet
evening spills out of the
sky like spaghetti & present
something less than expected
& more than desired.

life with dark hair falling
across eyes colored to the tune
of the day played on a wind
instrument tied inside the case.
there are no expectations to
abuse as she moves a finger
across the screen. the last title
is omphaloskepsis & the picture
came out perfect.

——————————

For someone special. You have no idea what you mean to me.

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2 Responses to “sometimes the crows they come…”

  1. unplug her computer…. pictures are her poetry as much as her poetry are her pictures…. you fucked your fiance last night under the moon with a green dress in your lap

  2. life with dark hair falling
    across eyes colored to the tune
    of the day played on a wind
    instrument tied inside the case.

    a gem is a gem, keep shining, love to see you in.

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