Cigarette dries in crimsoned oil,
a brush stokes across coarse tarp:
mirror of clocks, elephants, deserts;
Dali’s nude heaven.
Mirrors dissipate to windows,
bristles lay in cigarette’s bed,
a beret mounts a figure
behind plastic meadows.
Vertical iron rain rip
humpback mouth holes;
recant Kubrick’s stories.
A pen struggles to speak
Poe’s cries in urine stench
beneath busy streets. Alone,
black ravens bellow nevermore.
Pen falls, sheets rest,
fingers grip [...]
CONTINUE READING
