Years ago, on the Caloris basin
my timepiece congested
manufacturing
perpetuity's silence
without the blast of life
your brown pelt
stopped entwining mine
my wine-colored
room became a hang out flambeau
and you went on and on
I'm a free falling salted sissy
looking for my mug
Radioisotope dating my
man is a bearded fossil
harebrained drained kirkwood
looking for nadir
when she's
gone elsewhere snubbing
your mattress transformation proposal
or my rigid hedgehog
7 comments:
The last stanza is really good. As usual, I like your dark sense of humor.
I have added a new feature "This Week's Featured Poet". Contributers are randomly chosen. This week you are highlighted, PO. Thanks for all your swell interesting pieces!
Wow...a great piece. Like Jenny said, the last stanza if a beaut, though it is chaulked full of gems.
Thank you a lot Jenny and Akeith!
I'm grateful to be the poet of the week! What a splendid idea with that feature. My poems' titles sound quite absurd when I see them together like this. Ha ha. Nice.
I am in awe of how how fierce your work is, PO. It has been so nice to see your work all together as a featured poet. Your images are pulsing with intensity! I love it.
neat like newly shaved cheeks, sir poj.
That's weird I am Pote Johnson on Eve. Sorry whut does N.E.A.T. stand for? We like the pelts and Caloris Basin!
I'm glad you liked it. N.E.A.T can stand for
North European Aerospace Test range
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