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.
-r.gibsun
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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.
-R.Gibsun
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.
-R.Gibsun
Friday, April 1, 2011
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