Poems from Arden Ashley
Frida
my inspiration
you and me both always falling
for ugly and cruel
men who don't deserve us,
but at least the cold rising wind
is still...
If a corpse skeleton
skin pulled tight over varnished white marionettes
injected and reanimated with botulin bacterium
entombed and...
this is a poem, just to say
i am in the place where
today is tomorrow already
the ground sways only
when i wish it to
the blood still...
Hey mister boy with the bad hair
straw blonde and frayed like old bandaids,
thin pencil lines of shaking flaking lips,
And your bleached...
All the worms and flowers
in the belly of a tiny bird
on the back headwinds
of the Andes mountain range
could not feed me
like you have.