by Polly Conway
Author’s note: The poems in this series were created using found language from spam emails.
Paint lips with zinc
oxide, frosting
mouth for my lantern
jawed lover
to lick; his chin
cleft could
hold me easy.
Pop my cherry, finally.
Sleep-heavy I
but a serf. (Spoiler
alert: It’s not
what you think,
I’m a brave-spirited
sprat, root-hardy
mistress—I’ll grow
through dolomite
like wire) A hollow
straw slick with inner
rime, ready-winged I
sing the iron meter: I call myself
these things because I am them, remember?
The snow-sprinkled poppy commands mice
to battle with a bicycle bell. I
pen this couplet!
Thank God: I come
in my dreams and feel it
Ho Yeah~~~~~~~~~~~We in the western world are too reliant on electricity, there are countries that have and use electricity but it is rationed so each household or business have to make do with do electricity for hours sometimes even days, unless they have a generator that is............
Posted by: UGG BOOTS | 10/25/2011 at 07:44 AM