Monday, November 24, 2014

Sydney, the city (where water flows backwards)

heaven
can
wait
forever

breakfast
can't wait

alarms ring
inside thin
apartment 
walls
though her
sister couldn't
hear the slapping

phone calls
duty calls
'you're not my type,
but we must
fuck now'

her dark curls
harbor fallen
flakes of 
skin

it tangles thick
like mine
i pull hard
i squeeze and bite
but i never
get her there

now she's 
the one
noticing
my age

gray temples
ragged rainbow beard
condoms cinch
my strength

again
i wish
Em had
let me in
at full mast
instead
of borrowing
phrases
like
'full mast'
to
describe
other
lovers

1 comment:

  1. congratulations. if this were a horse, it would be a pretty good horse.

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