Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Am hurt

vinyl turning
the stepping notes into
each voice and key change
turning, screwing, fucking
ear drums


harmonizing
inclinations of those wants
strummed out on guitar strings
dancing over piano keys
tiny senoritas


twirling dress
in breezy sultry afternoons
that kiss the salt in the air
and palm tree erections
of friends


sands spill
off creased cotton and skin
yet sweat and ocean won't let go
what eyes gladly release in
early mornings


not found
in weed and orgy states
nor in oils and stretched canvas
nor in turning vinyl but
in free fall









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