MEET YOU AT THE DISCO – POEM

MEET YOU AT THE DISCO – POEM

Like a horned and cloaked actor,
the whining beast
melts his face in a
royal sweat

His wooden sword
points broken at the hoof
of another lover trapped
under a ruby stiletto

Such modern wailing
twangs this party steam
where we cough up
hair, oil, salts

Smoke and rain
from the candlestick
from the elbow grease

from the sewer grate

and meat claws

that bop me on the forehead

 

With yellow eyes

we reach center.
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