Departure of Pastel
To be crazed,
inside white walls without a glow-
with resolution of minced cocaine
smeared all over their stance:
the desperate bight in a dentist's office
that slices the wind off of the sky
and leaves the sky to itself. A sour smell,
a glass door, sleepy with white trim.
Somewhere, Spring is orgasming,
moaning of poking Poppies and Lavender bushes
that blot a sterile blue background.
I breathed the buzzing Hummingbirds
and season of babies...
I stopped and winced at the sun
in its natural obnoxious scream.
Mortality melted in my mouth
like sugar, as I rode the day slow
with the sun to my west.
I savored two Magnolia Trees
and a Mimosa before these damning ivory bulbs
shined up the cap of my head.
Perfect walls ground
my whimsical mind
and I am heavy as lead,
marked from my birds and sea of grass.
Poetry by Christin Brennan
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Written on 2007-10-24 at 01:16
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