July 17, 2012

red white & blue

Woven spit
Shadows teeth
Silence yells
From waggled tongue
A shout of air
Toxic vomit obscenities
Ignorance of demands
Redden his hot

Skinned lemons
Dance in the balance
I add the sugar
Cubed grains cupped
White
Dissolved transparency
To lips licked
Sunburned sweat stains
Bouncing whole

Swallowed wet
Dreams pass through
Empty gazes
By the hour
Hours
Washed memories
Steep in a bitter present
Oceaned blue

2 comments:

Brian Miller said...

better to make the lemonade out of the lemons...smiles...or the best we can out of what we are given....

Eric (Bubba) Alder said...

Just like good lemonade - refreshing and not too sweet! ☺