river rocks and golden guns

by suicidallyanonymous

xxvi.
Elephant spines
-skinned and baked-
curl neatly
like the burnt pages
of your
guilty conscience.

Smoke spirals
through your every
trapdoor;
whispering hoarse words,
heavy
like river rocks.

xviii.
God dipped
irises and eyelids
into chipped jars
of hand-squeezed
muddy water,

to give the commoners
shaved-chocolate
eyes

[we are the broken people,
and you can count
our sins].

xcv.
Upon the limbs
of a salmon sunset
-you painted
lemon meringue
and margarine,

so that maybe
the canaries can eat
their fill
in their native tongue.

xix.
They are daisies
plucked and bare
like raw artichoke hearts;
with sea-foam eyes
and cucumber breath.

Their pine needle
fingernails
scratch our ribs
like steel wool,
and cut our soles.

viii.
The sun,
a glazed coin,
embraced
in lonely arms
of a silk moon;

Moon,
a thieving bastard,
slipped pennies into
moonraking hands
of Mr. Bojangles
and Rumplestiltskin

[with their lucky stars
wrapped in yellow foil].

One Comment to “river rocks and golden guns”

  1. Surreal, and brilliant 🙂

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