Wednesday, June 27, 2012

In Search of Words

Start with a hip thrust
in June air locate
wet parts to loom
then: slow grind
hot potato lump
it begins as a seizure
the smell of lotion
on sand hotdogs drizzle
mustard deep fry low end
slippery blue sky
puffs roll and then
waves and then skin sting
muscles in throat tense
tendons apparent from
effort dizzy on horn
casual as a handshake
momentous as fuck


Blogger joanna said...

Nice June poem!

9:46 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...


9:00 AM  

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