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.
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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
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