Saturday, November 26, 2016

Paying for a Whim

Paying for a Whim the age of sixty-five

between my buttocks

the foam you break
from the Pacific
my open sea

prendre plaisir selfish giant
of my tale
and awe

enter without haste
without Customs
as if you didn't sneak   
into this banquet

paint my gray hairs purple patina 
fill me with wrath
malformed ravens
via crucis
cemetery breath

demanding you stay glued
until I finish

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