Your Favorite Poems

evolveme · 04-24-2010, 05:48 PM

Mama,
he’s not like
the other coroners.

Took me upstairs
and showed me
his coelacanth.

Sutured the last
of the suitors at sunup.
Straddled the strata,

solved for salve.
Same river begging
to be taken back.

Prayed effigy, efficacy,
something to sign for.
Bodies? Flutter fodder.

Fit start to endgame.
Last rites, riots,
stage left in a whisper,

best left beheaded,
behest left unsung.
Secured the parameters,

opened the aperture,
cut me a switch
and learned luck

a new trick.
Wind turned tail,
broke stride and won

over, air on the side
of the nacreous acreage,
my far cry.

04-24-2010, 05:48 PM	#11
evolveme Member How Do You Identify?: honeysuckle venom Preferred Pronoun?: a pistol and a sugar cane Relationship Status: I promise to aid and abet Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: in between poems where ceilings are floors and joe ghost floats achromatic toward day Posts: 514 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 229 Thanked 735 Times in 228 Posts Rep Power: 503698	Remains - Dora Malech Mama, he’s not like the other coroners. Took me upstairs and showed me his coelacanth. Sutured the last of the suitors at sunup. Straddled the strata, solved for salve. Same river begging to be taken back. Prayed effigy, efficacy, something to sign for. Bodies? Flutter fodder. Fit start to endgame. Last rites, riots, stage left in a whisper, best left beheaded, behest left unsung. Secured the parameters, opened the aperture, cut me a switch and learned luck a new trick. Wind turned tail, broke stride and won over, air on the side of the nacreous acreage, my far cry. __________________ Class, race, sexuality, gender and all other categories by which we categorize and dismiss each other need to be excavated from the inside. - Dorothy Allison

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