Friday, December 18, 2009

Hot Air

pull blue 
pill into 
pulpy hardware
one second
flick makes 
lifetimes 
impossible
        
     to run 
across 
frosted pane, 
rearrange skated
lines weld 
with heat 
              a cartography of DNA


seal folds 
that envelope 
secrets, things
said with pens 
or codes 
or unopened


            mouths
draw you 
down
to stand 
you up 
a million 
nerves 
frazzle 
and buzz


one wet 
           acupuncture oh              
oh                            


        
oh, such rollicking 
joy it brings 


(a tongue can be 
used on
many things)

4 comments:

Jukka said...

Damn good poem I read this several times. thank you.

Jenny said...

I think that the structure adds an enigmatic touch to the meaning. Suggestive rhythm. Neat and well-written.

Lorenzo Berardi said...

This one has an interesting rhythm and a brilliant structure. I like the way it flows.

Megan said...

Thank you all...