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.
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.
A 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).
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annie
2010-03-18 07:45:10
i really liked the chore boy poem, reminds me of a certain crack house i lived in. lets be friends!