Disco Dave has shingles tonight
sweats rusty water
projects psychedelic flowers
on Eden’s walls
her hair suits this light
so she stays out late
into the dusky night
drinking a toast to
her head’s hot halo
then shimmers home
along the shore
while the still sea
whispers otter’s secrets
and mussels snigger
like knuckle cracks
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment