the polygamy of poetry

[Kailashana]

She gave.
And it made no difference to the stillborn sky.

She gave and he wanted more than she had to offer,
they both went their separate ways but ate lunch together
wished each other well and lived in separate hells.
After all, they were swans copulating
with tourist attractions
and then the rain fell down in white satin sheets and
old love lyrics:

"What do you want you poetic heretic
you've disarmed me, a poor-man's de Milo.

Now leave me alone. I

faced the river and the sea and still you steal the shadow and the fox
my moon and my sun,
my jewel of intention.

The portrait is done. Go away, poet,
sad-eyed mermaids
are singing your song, we're both caught in an undertow,
shipwrecked and woe begotten in little sleepy towns
like stained glass angels
and children on the run."

~A


~A

[dadio]

Well written poem & theme.

[the mingo]

swans copulating with tourist attractions! I just love love love it to death! Shipwrecked & gotten by woes - O squish me hard tomato highway of the sea! Run the children right straight into it ! O hell yeah, Mongolia !!