Wednesday, August 21, 2013

V. 2, #145: August 21, 2013 (The Free-Association Rag, pt. 1)

A purple monkey sporting roller blades.
A floating shark balloon with bubble prey.
The Gillman sinking in the Everglades.
Mosquitoes swarming calves at end of day.

The girl at work whose smile is like a mask.
The crack a roasted nut makes as it cools.
One night a year, the snakes come out to bask
under the moon, their scales ablaze like jewels.

A half-forgotten lover's scent, her moan
as I sank into her like water. Glass
around a perfect rose. A dusty bone
behind library shelves. Ignoble gas.

My nerves, which let me feel pleasure and pain,
all crisscrossed in the fishnet of my brain.

1 comment:

Scott said...

I didn't have a topic in mind, so after a few failed attempts I just started writing down whatever came to mind, stream-of-consciousness style, with only meter and rhyme giving it shape. Does that make it poetry? Maybe. Maybe not. But it's all I got today. :P