Saturday, April 16, 2011

Shopping for something new

Her eyes were two 24-hour department stores
and I was looking for a new pair of shoes.
Her lips were two automatic sliding doors
inviting my tongue to mosey on through.


Friday, April 8, 2011

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Monday, April 4, 2011

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Starry Night

"Starry Night"

Like a swirling star,
love fell in me
from van Gogh skies.
Cupid was jarred
and compellingly
shot 2 angels in the eyes.

I got drunk off a pot of gold.
Now I’m throwing up leprechaun
laughter and fiery rainbows.
Inside my undoused mouth,
a drumstick tongue. My t-t-teeth
rattle like cymbals when silver syllables come.

The midnight moon croons as the stars rock.
Daylight presses SNOOZE on her alarm clock.


Friday, April 1, 2011

April 1st.

And when March
marches away
the days of April
come to stay.

-R. Gibsun