Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Aluminum Pillow Talk

Teacups for eyes, hair a mess of Viking
bravado. She thanked me for reading
her spilled guts. They
sparkled like cosmic ashtrays- littered,
smoldering.
Inhale and think instead of Russia, dreams,
giant iron eagles hunched over
a rusted water purification plant.
The air is damp like an old rag,
the bullshit of the sleeping mind,
the alarm clock a blink away.
If you can finger past the cogs
there might be something worth feeling.

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