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August 27, 2005
Katrina
a black waterfall
lies in my hands
or my claws, after an obvious comparison
and what am I doing here
and to whom do I owe this
pleasure?
your aztec nipples
and starving thighs
climb the sheets like raw wind
I fumble with my indecent nature
and the crushed confidence that I
gave over to disregard
long ago
I stand behead the streamers
that decorate my mind
as she lies there, coyly
investigating her torso
with curious fingers
outside I can hear the neighbors
fleeing from the danger zone
some say a hurricane is coming
in
from the haunches of Cuba
but I only know hurricanes of dialog
and despair
brewed down in
the ashes of our lust
the world outside these walls
goes by on its own time
not mine
if I am to be swept away
from this scene
from this warm, hungry body
that relies on my ignorance
for survival
well
then at least I stood in the place that I know
a place
others fled
for somewhere
remote and unfamiliar
in anticipation
of what shall probably
amount
to nothing
better to stay with what you know
and eat the neighbors chicken
Posted by Drexler at August 27, 2005 10:58 AM