Monday, September 2, 2013

2 September 2013


Hanging Fruit

I've not much to say about goddesses
much less gods
Penelope wasn't

I see myself as Demeter
garden incarnate
though without the daughter

boys ride bicycles as if wheels
grew from their loins
why not girls?

odd that eating exposed her —
six seeds?

Whalen immersion
so much about pricks & jock straps

six inches, Ben says
deep enough for one goldfish
fruit hanging

now it would be one sip of pomegranate smoothie

even when the focus is elsewhere
another window
notebook on my lap

missile Nike shoe
the camera shoots my face
Everready Kalashnikov

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