Friday, March 8, 2013

Short friction


Send a moist finger oozing around the loping edge
eye lids closed
on the perfectly round marbles
of your irises
every languorous exhalation
nudging this pin wheeling planet 
ticking around a fluid axis
the Wheel of Life
magisterial to the end
leeched of color
cooling with soft metallic ticks
but the cam
that eccentric wheel
with the lopsided grin  
delivers a wallop
and throws off the heat
as it erodes with a racket
refusing to go gentle into that goodnight. 

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