![]() A Letter to Answer Your QuestionA Poem by Tim Lion![]() This is for Kerry. I hope it does not offend. :)![]() Hey Sexy,
Watch me revel like the devil dancing naked At a five star sparkle-ball screaming down the hill. Spill a mud mask on my monstrous face And chase me through black daffodils. I’m laughing. Wait. I’m crying. Wait. I dying for a taste Of the pretty face I see Smiling from the cutter’s wake While blazing through the starlight On a snake-bitten dove. Shove me into warmer seas, I’ll die of hypothermia. A worm knows not Of the rot In which his carcass squirms. Hey Sexy, I’m the fatal germ hidden in the buttermilk, Ten-second satisfaction; then a milky-eyed Choke. I’ve broken every word and I’ll chew it Like hot razorblades. The bridesmaids can have me, While the bride has none. The sun never shines through my licorice vines And lattice work. The smirk on my mouth Is a sign that I’ve expired. I’m a liar-prophet Gospel-fire burning in a sulfur pit. These words have meant nothing, But I’ve meant every one. Hey Sexy, I’m just kidding, But admitting I have a problem Is the first step. And, When you’ve mastered The art of falling hard, The first step is a toothpick bridge Over a vat of boiling apocalypse Kool Aid. Your half-charred, scarred up bovine poet shard, M.B. © 2011 Tim LionAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on February 22, 2011 Last Updated on February 22, 2011 Author![]() Tim LionLake Worth, FLAboutSometimes, when the moon presses her naked chest to my window, and my wife is carving the value from trash scraps, I feel like I may never be able to outshine my finite timeline. And the worst part is.. more..Writing
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