Pasted
mud-slide
post-rainfall
it coats my limbs
in liquid earth
this will dry hard in the sun
and it will crack
a smile...
Mouth My Prose
rip open the envelope
your eyes fall to my verse
you say you want to eat my words.
lips part
and are licked so as to
glide along the length of my
stanza
with the need and the hunger
of a starving boy
I submit myself to your review
gasp whilst you
seduce me by rhythm
mouth my prose
swallow my pride
self-indulgence
categorized
in your top drawer
show me your vocabulary.
