Her lips were painted in a muddy orange
they moved wildly-like a movie in fast forward.
Sedimentary pigments for such a luster can be found in the grand canyon..
1. Arizona lips
2. New Orleans hips
-She swings from side to side
gliding on the top soil and loose gravel
and after she shakes her mane
she turns her head til her jaw points a triangle to the night sky
she winks at the moon
both because she likes to flirt and because they know something special
an inside joke
both grand and subtle.
like most things in the patterned universe she is a paradox
extravagant and achingly simple.
the good things in life are as follows (but not limited to) :
honey bees, outerspace and a fine muddy lipstick.
A big ol smooch she throws to the universe
-caught by the wind, it dances through the sweaty dessert to the sound of the dire straits
til who-knows-when
maybe forever.
Friday, May 29, 2015
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a day in the life
Butterscotch sun
lodged between my cheek and gums
clouds form from between my parted lips
puffing and huffing
but the house plants its feet firmly on the ground
there are stained glass ceilings painted in my mind
they stay in one place
while i dance around them
as if i were the earth
spinning on its axis
i count how many times my heart swells
120? -about as often as it beats
On full days I eat the moon
and bathe in the sun
til i am sticky and bloated
nonsense nonsense nonsense
non-sense
Non
sense
?
I have a million things to say
But i am still ripening.
lodged between my cheek and gums
clouds form from between my parted lips
puffing and huffing
but the house plants its feet firmly on the ground
there are stained glass ceilings painted in my mind
they stay in one place
while i dance around them
as if i were the earth
spinning on its axis
i count how many times my heart swells
120? -about as often as it beats
On full days I eat the moon
and bathe in the sun
til i am sticky and bloated
nonsense nonsense nonsense
non-sense
Non
sense
?
I have a million things to say
But i am still ripening.
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