Tuesday, April 13, 2010

NaPoWriMo Monday April 12, 2010





Satan’s Bride


The great payoff
is over. Turn your mirror
to the caterwauls

of Satan’s bride
if superbly round breast
and two weeks

vacation in the azure
with Circe be your goal.
Death has a first,

second, and third prize
in the lottery of stars:
a rare rumpus, a magical orb

sweetly rolling around
your arm pits, and clouds
on their way home

along the seashore.
The streets sing as well,
to hydrocephalic

politicians reeking
of a haunt.





©  Sergio A. Ortiz April 13, 2010

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