Poems from klaytonadawson@gmail.com
the poet cannot help
but spill tantrums of fragment
moments
on the arms of empty...
her body
swallows my body,
a willow wanes its
branches under the
crest of the moon,
the bloated earth
sings with air
swinging her body...
Watching wheels slipdown
the cracked
intersection,
lull thoughts
in an neon air,
lounging in an orange lawn chair
Spurting Up!, from where...
‘o jesus, how
many times have
i died and lived again
became unvirgined
unshelteredandshelteredby
bodies like yours and hers and
mine.?...