all my poems
she reads once
before they
begin their journey
die and depart
into the boundless
gaping gutter
of her heart
wingless angel
sweet heart
while
my own body
lifeless in poetic
convulsions
carried to the morgue
in a hand cart
the slithering soul
of a cosmic
poet upstart
she did
outsmart
from the fecundity
of her raw flesh
she kept him apart
his efforts
she did thwart
sweet tart
the tastiest one
from the sweet mart
Thursday, March 11, 2010
My Poems Flowing Into A Gutter Of Her Heart
