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.


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