Dumb

January 27, 2010

She has this
stream of power
to her

cupping her cask
while muses dance.

twelve at a time.
drop a pair of dimes.

i only watch
and wait

what will she do
next.

spindled twilight
showered moonlight

casting rays of
soaked meat

coat of indifference

and i just watch
and wait

what will i do
next

with her.

templed city atop
that twisted hill.

bullies chase up
but don’t come down

i’m sure i’ll be her
magical clown

laughter in
red-soaked
smiles

bleeding innocence
at the jagged stakes of
her melting cross