Saturday, September 27, 2014

Loving The Crow

Loving The Crow

I've been looking high
and low, under rocks, behind
the dusty curtains
that make me sneeze hard
trying for a hint, some clue
left behind, some taste
of your red ripe lust
for life.

I would stroke
your feathers until
the sparks would leap off your back
leaving the blue black
sheen of your bird life
for all to see spun large, large
on my pallid shape.

October 6, 2010 12:22:36 PM

1 comment:

  1. Really like this, particularly the contrast between the dust and the sheen.


The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.

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