George K. | Poetry
Wet heat
the wet heat
& marble pillars of hotels dripping wax
& night unending
saltwater flickering laps
on marble sand
Dade county stinging the cuts on hand electric
& ye in the wrap
& warnings from the woman at the bus stop
& wet heat dripping
coyote buried in men
& all the gold
that once lined
anothers pocket
stashed burlap sacks in the trunk
maybe enough to serve our thirst
a few days like this.
the angular winding jaw
ticking clock tick tock on pillowcase of some rented bed til sunrise
Dade county written on your eye sockets
& the bend in the reel jumps the loop on the feed
& the spools' coming undone.
my love for you
an old thing
& this body young still
& the car burning oil like a fiend
move about this world fugitives
no bridge left in our wake
cut the old ties at the connection
wicked angles guised with good intentions
the smoky mountains engulfed
back in Cleveland just a bare room
only smoke screen of a life
all bets off the table
now
they fill my chair
before I can steady my feet
& the heat trying my patience
& affections tested
& old friends left to wonder
god carving pumpkins
on the balcony
only to slip out of grasp
careening into the pavement
sporting wild grin
& the piston rod punching through the engine wall
& the car burning up on the side of some West Virginian highway in the night
&back home,
grave robbers.
Thinking twice
about the bed
I've made.