Ode to my moustache soft nowafter a pair of weeksgrowingfrom black dotsin pink skinlike seeds intasty fruitgrowingwith the hormonalhurry of my moontimepreparationtender pimplesdistracting my eyesas you lengtheninto a velvet fieldof darknessgrowingdespite your rightto be thereI spread coldsmelly Nair overyou in vainwait ten minutesfeel the tingling burnthen wipe you offwith a tissueyour pieces drowning in gooyou are the… Continue reading Poem 62 – Ode to my Moustache
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Poem 61 – Two Kids Playing
Two Kids Playing I saw the moonwaxing gibbouson the blue sky cheekacross the way fromthe giddy sundelirious with day These two kidsplaying in theallure of azureassuring me thatmiracles happenbecause behold! The moon and the sunon the same tendermorning frolickingmaskless in thepossibilities of now
Poem 60 – Residue
Residue Oscar barkedand barked and barkedso that at 2:22amI was up cursing as Ilet him outside The night was sliced I curled up bed waitingfor him to summon me againhe did I let him in thenknelt before himhis mid-night servantcleaning his pawsdirty with the sandystardust in the yard Back in bed slightly deliriousgrit between my… Continue reading Poem 60 – Residue
VANESSA SHIELDS 