Poems from Liam Carey
I imagine his dirty, work hardened handsMight've slipped around its spiraled leather contoursAnd teased through the grooves of its wavy...
we a sapphire bead on her
immaculately black neck,
the moonscape a mother-of-pearl
earring woven through
the entwined intricacies
of...
its glassy eyes popping
from sockets while
steadily squeezed,
its soul drooling into
the rust tinted night,
lying frosty and
stagnant in...
the crisp pneumatics
of breakbeat pistons,
legs twitching,
the beetleblack engine
a chained junebug
tortured and spread,
force-fed liquid...
imagine the smooth mood
mid tempo
mad tempo
lilting brass
lifting brass
waltzing basslines
walking basslines
of jazz
the spit in the...