Tuesday, July 19, 2011

new (revised) poem

Elegy For Lorna

you slumped over

the air-conditioner,
under the weather,

your mirror
riddled with hairline

a cleft reflection

of your
pierced face,

I tried to scoot you

away from the balcony,
cornered in

a labyrinthine factory
of porn and taffy,

all I did
that year was chew candy

and mutilate
my froggish body,

pissing red,
you said you were sorry

before I carried you
to the reaper's lobby,

so squirrelly
on your mother's Campari.

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