Traveling at the speed of cruel
and unusual, the light just missed
your eyes as another gyrating second
passed on the patio floor.

Ash, Ashenki, Ashenkiro I can't say your
simple name
and your tongue could do all the foot work and transmit
beautiful radio waves carrying diseases
across the pacific.

I thought and plowed
and plowed some more.
The fever lumped like coal atop my
brain, and I could see when I press this,
it turns red.

Bored with the simplicity of
what I was after, my hand
never left her throat while my arm fully
extended to the sky.


Ten bucks for a ten cent fuck
I threw a Hamilton on her grave, which was
my bedroom floor, it was getting hard to count the money
with all the bodies in the way.

I felt a jealous ghost eying me from the closet.
Her jaw removed I heard "Ashenki"
and I knew I was terrible with names.

11/03/2008

Author's Note: Thanks Nanette Bellman

Posted on 11/04/2008
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