Pantoum


Sun


Dirty girl.
You groan your way to the top
Of the ladder then ascend down
With your ferocious fever and burnt belly.

You groan your way to the top.
You have ruby lips - a splintered body from bottled light,
With your ferocious fever and burnt belly.
The purest cast cracks at the bottom where deep orange forms.

You have ruby lips - a splintered body from bottled light,
We see you, and we see through the red lips, bloody face well romanced.
We have found your purest cast cracks at the bottom where deep orange forms.
Bend the people to your current doldrums: because you never shout and brood like today.

We see you, and we see through the red lips, bloody face well romanced.
Yellow reviver, we miss the mustard seed shine, sunflower overcasts---
Don't bend the people to your current doldrums...because you never shout and brood like today.
Dirty girl.







Poetry by Christin Brennan
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Written on 2007-10-13 at 23:30

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