charletha
Apr 12, 2009 20:16
Its twilight, to be exact
What’s left of the day
Isn’t worth taking
Night is here
As clear as pitch
Trailing nickel stars that died
In a gumball machine
And that ghastly, winking mars
Like a tattoo on a virgin’s ass
Soon a digital clock
That doesn’t tick
Will BRING the morning
And the sky will suck up the dew
Like a backward rain
poetry
charletha
Dec 22, 2008 21:46
Have you ever been dumped by a boyfriend
while you were wearing his jeans,
wearing them, and might I add, comfortable
because they fit perfectly over your hips,
and thighs, and ran, relaxed, down your legs,
between your legs, and embraced your body
with the sort of mutual affection you would expect
from someone when you are in love.
poetry
charletha
Dec 03, 2008 13:05
I am
not Shih Tzu.
I am,
cells upon cells, human.
I may be the great love of my
giggling Shih Tzu, but she doesn't know
what I wouldn't give to be Pekingese.
poetry
charletha
Nov 02, 2008 15:10
What if fingerprints were words
instead, the dead would be un-identifiable.
The talkative ones anonymous,
the giant and beautiful ones-nameless
and we would only see those who are working,
doing and striving, dying trying to live--
we'd say, "Hey, I know you are...are."
poetry