Author: Lux d'Marcs PM
changing perspectiveRated: Fiction K+ - English - Words: 112 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 12-01-09 - id: 2747023
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Poetry used to mean
rockets and smiley face launch pads
and inexpensive, nonleaded fuel.
Matching spacesuits and freeze-dry icecream
Now, it means a red wolf moon;
indian names written in coalminer's dust
a psychadelic earth
can I put you out for a while? said
the auburn-dunced cuckoo.
The sky whistled its reply through
the snakes that coil in my mouth.
Skin slides along
and if I could digest your swarthy pain, I
might sell my beer for a bigger gun, might
down what courage I could not keep and
spring forth as though sure there would be
a net to catch me.