There were waves then,
we see the smallest parts of life,
remnants labeled with eye-liner expiration dates
and Colonel approved garrison hats litter the shore.

Able-bodied medicine Mothers
sprinkle the ash upon the dead
as if to say "Yes, you can grow smaller still."

The insignificant,
proud and thumping were their fists,
tempered in the steel of ovarian mindsets
with gravestone eyebrows, dipped in a manchurian milk of magnesia and brimstone.

Color us in rows,
the single filed ,linger piled aftermath,
of goArmy bar-maids with no clue as to what a Marine is capable of
on a first date.

Glitter and gather what evidence bleeds,
gather it beneath her lips that lye next to you
in your study.
The gentle whisps of pipe-smoke float through the evening fire,
and Watson will soon discover
that Holmes has been hiding girls in boxes and solving his own murders.

12/20/2010