Friday, December 5, 2014

Headline Poem 12/5/14 -- Some thoughts pass through

Some thoughts pass through 

There she was
perched on a wire, avoiding intimidation, 
but afraid to go higher. 
She was a given, 
waiting to sin, predictable 
orange peels dipped in 
seven-day-old turpentine skin,
ready for her own fire, 
dangerous and sweet, 
ripe and 
     sticky clean.