Stretched across the hotel bed is Axl Rose with his chin gathered up in clinical Defiance his arms and legs are Tangled up in bitterness And the white sheets which Still have my skin cells lined into them from Last night only cover Half his chest and the other part Is purely muscle and hard… Continue reading poem: stretched across the hotel bed
Category: poetry
first poem: the last pavilion
Even the cutting is in place and the lattice constrains her like a corset like white hands among white satin tying her hair up for the providence ball; and later, uglier hands untying the same ice curls for the providence music in the dark Still, she is the rose garden even with this music, even… Continue reading first poem: the last pavilion
