“Untitled” by Michelle Puckett
Blasphemy for supper -
Long-legged and soft -
Unbearable, musical
Eucharist
Curtain falls, gathers dust at the ruffling
revolution flapping in on itself.
in the beginning, Ripe Tomato. in the beginning, all full
to bursting. born mature and sweet because of it.
no spot too dry.
Dendrobium answering an affectionate
sun like a satellite
(blink) Empty Glass (blink, blink)
Kafka Matches the vlatava.
Millennia
After fruit. one thousand museums, like with timelines, each
Side, a different world. the fallacy
Of a line.
Narrowing.
Ashtray beside Red Leather Luggage:
WE ARE GOING NOW
motel rooms layered with
the film left by people on the phone
Lesbian TV Show left on mute.
he wants to say something. we are indifferent.
we don’t believe like that, now.
Copyright © 2009, Michelle Puckett.
February 6th, 2009 at 10:50 am
You have a way with words. I really like your stuff Michelle