Poems from Misirlou
Our daughters with rusty needle and red glass
So far out with their grim fathers like Frankenstein
Patrol the tree farms and the markets...
Remember the time
You gave your Cherry Tree to the flies?
How I waited in my furcoat out in the cold
Throbbing my frozen fists in hidden...
Other words for ecstasy
And the way the colors tranform before me.
Apricot and Peach roll around all over;
Your voice, and in many...
Your eyes like electric feel.
Cold swords to a still heart,
Dry as a pair of chapped lips.
And you, so wet and good
So new, like grassy...
Feeling like a piece of meat has never felt so familiar.She stands behind the red flickering light like a sniper;Fixates on the room around...