And then she said,
after pretending to be a porn
actress on a third-hand hotel mattress,
“I like your poetry, but hate your poems”
And then she said
like a bride spitting through her veil
“I take love where I find it”
No one viewed my heart’s removal van
driving baggage towards lighthouse-lights of dawn;
come before secret shotgun and murder love
What Tina said
to lovers on her answerphone
“Stretch out and wait.”
Stretched until shoulders snapped
and legs were almost crippled
Yet, I remembered how
kiss-to-kiss : breath-to-breath
it was a glorious unholy death
She left lipstick on chipped coffee cup
palimpsest o’er chaos graffiti
self-portrait she painted with spider webs,
until the rain inside washed her away
Powerfully penned, Ghosteen. Another excellent write with amazing wordplay my friend. Amazing read as always. Appreciate you.
Damian