poetry
 
 
tip of the bomb

Black

Black

Wearyaquarium

eyes see clearly subtle

movement.

Love is murder.  Sister,

you said it.

Shiny machines mew

(harlots full of oil and movement).

Starlets on the prowl-

the growl of the yellow

like old poison and

cataracts.

Rat-a-tat scratch at

hunger and blacktop.

Jive gets funky and

Japanese Girl smiles the widest.

Runaway anime

astray on ecstasy and bad art.

Black ink feathers

dry

in the moonlight.