The other Mom
never understood beauty.
Improve!
See my sanity,
Tell your bird, "Run free!
"Drug my brain!
"So laugh Sister!"
I relate more:
I've come to delve
your education in death.
Love doesn't follow
or care, only despairs,
on some canvas child.
Mama take handy pressures to progress,
Death's an emotional obese raving bag of sugar.
Enormous from experimenting.
Share with them,
how sleep, for a real masterpiece,
models electric competition.
Press hereon, we live dirty.Her brother won't lose himself,
Use a scratch gown.
Up.
Kiss.
A river does need a storm.
Gal could soon elevate anger,
High gut, drunk on life dust.
We are why you're afraid of death,
some bold king downs his drink, thinks, and says
"She's all."
The rub? Say I resented this writing . . .
done like he needs a borderline film.
Who wants this daze?
To damage mad sculptures,
upon air?
What still music is
sanguine around them?
with Niki Notarile, 5/30/07, 12, 13, 14
The Muse Poems:
