scattered ripples


scattered ripples


when my face reached
his genitals
fierce waves tossed
around my sun-struck hell

i ate my dreams
with lemon and salt
like Joan the Mad Queen

& there was nothing
to be said
i rose

he left
i drowned angels
in their smug water

scattered ripples
with my tongue
pinned…  wriggling
on the wall

i have known
flat legs
of lonely men
in blue jeans

& empty boxes
where [every-would-be
Lazarus]
hid a million

handkerchiefs
yet never said
a proper hello
or good-bye



©  Sergio A. Ortiz, June 28, 2010

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