Saturday, May 22, 2010

embarrassment

in the sweater
                   two flaming suns
                               in his armpits
and could wait
                    sit shelved
                                 decay
  triple chin avalanche
       pollutes his pencil-
                             smudged
avenue of a face
Jelly and butter on toast vender
vortex                 best upstaged
away from certified grandmothers
                              abhorence
                 with outstretched arms
Best
       stay inside
                    shivering in
the comfort of heads
   come       show some humanity

4 comments:

Melissa said...

groped and gardened, what a pinch

Melissa said...

the land of the flee and the home of the grave

Charlieepy said...

maybe a song closer to he truth

Melissa said...

very naked indeed