Saturday, April 18, 2009

bobble head poem

Here is the first draft of a poem I wrote last night:

band-aid diagonal across my red magnetic
lips can speak no
intertextual references
chinese bobble heads
rubberneck swivel for slim waisted girls
hot my thighs kiss
across your lap round paunch
warm as bath blood
content in
wordless middle age
boundaries signified by
skin soft as
limb length of touch
me and snooze entangled
in somnolent
couch
complete it is
enough



I had a set of kissing bobble heads when I was a child, but mine wore red.

This image comes from the Flickr photostream of MacaDamien.

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