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Two Poems by Linda Rosenkrans

Little Chore Boy Black

stone white
pustules
on blistered
lower lips
     numbed

to my
bloody mary
pin prick
kiss

proud lips
pressed up
against a
flour flushed
alladin's lamp
illuminate
midnight's
witching hour

snap
crackle
pop

strawberry slugs
wrap around
los diablo's
down town
la glass geekers
beating the soul
to a
rotten peach pulp


awake again
from a
     primo slumber
coming
     down
from
a
bad
     baking powder
dream
     muscles sore with sorrow
          head aching with regret
               stomach ulcerated with guilt-
scouring away
el rojo me se levanto
with a copper
scrub 'n' toss
multipurpose
brillo pad.




In Space and Time

He flew to the moon
Discovered my twin paradox
He confronted my relativity
I smiled
Vanished
Into his quantum theory
Reappeared
Double jointed
Left him confused
Searching for earth
Mars previously dominated his mind
And Venus encapsulated mine
Will we ever coincide?
The sun
It turns
Blue molecules
Into the ski
Red when it feels down
Black when everybody goes away

I understand you

Let my breath
My atmosphere
Breathe
Upon your neck
Entice you
Change your world
Into mine.


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Linda RosenkransA Native Los Angelian, Linda attributes her writing inspiration to L.A's ghouls, goblins, and geeks who have touched her life in one way or another. Currently, you can find her published works in: Abby's Realm, Any Dream Will Do Review, BabelMagazine, Blue Food, CherryBleeds, Darklives, EIDOS Magazine, Erosha, FreeSexStory.com, GetUnderground, Girlphoria, Megaera, Muse Apprentice Guild, The Nocturnal Lyric, Poetry Superhighway, Prometheus, Ragged Edge, Scriberazone, Fighting Chance Magazine, Tin Lustre Mobile, Thunder Sandwich, Three Pillows, Undershorts, 63channels, Zygote In My Coffee, and Trans Figures: Transgender Erotica (Heyworth Press).


Comments

Annie
18 Mar 2010, 07:45
i really liked the chore boy poem, reminds me of a certain crack house i lived in. lets be friends!
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