Tuesday, September 11, 2007

First Poem in a Year?

oh, these early morning people
bright eyed
unnaturally alert
we watch them walk
into the sunrise
which paints around them
that golden aura
oh, their edges glow
hot metal
molten still from the plasma torch
as though God just cut them
fresh from the block
and joints still stiff
one leg at least
in that frozen

sleepy

...rigamortis

5 comments:

Carly said...

Classic you.

kaare.iverson said...

didn't realise i could be "classic"
is that like homegrown apple-cider classic?

classic carly said...

Yeah, that...or, any poetic relation to your dick.

kaare.iverson said...

true
yeah...
my dick is pretty poetic
also
www.myspace.com/scottgibsonpoetry or whatever... I couldn't listen to that poem you were talking about.

Gaybar

Jesse said...

Your poetry is apple-cider-vinegar.