Thursday, February 12, 2015

Her Kiss with a Fragrance of Beer

Her Kiss with a Fragrance of Beer


Two people crumb-
ling into clouds
Her dripping racoon of a man

Daylight hugs that biting supernova,
marigold arms trickling over nightmares,
Leaving drips of whispers

and washes plumb lips over
a sawdust cheek
Spinal cord and fingernail moons

Tightening and clapping her
Budweiser breath with my own
chapped lips

Lest the cerulean universe
wage war against lace concrete,
I’ll paint this sticky world green.

-Tyler Martin, 2015

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