Dammit! I’ve run out of talent.
My shoulder blades went with the
postman. He took the world
to a yellow and green Earth.
Before he went,
he dusted my back, made everything possible.
So, I went, then,
to the bags and the boxes. I unzipped,
to avoidance, packaged away
in the belly of a red snake.
Before I sliced him through his
happily ever after, I built a
on a grease infused concrete.
We drank everything
We had beautiful words
through midnight and on
till dawn. The snake rolled
his yellow eyes to the back of his throat,
any chance he may have had to strike back.
I leaned in with quick penetration,
the long, frail line of happiness
misery was back. And with it….brilliance!