Because First I Found Your Eyes
If I had taken your handbefore finding your eyes;if I had traced the chippedrounds of your nails,and slid there – downto the calloused pads;if I had awakened a papercut, austere…
Poetry by Devon Brock
If I had taken your handbefore finding your eyes;if I had traced the chippedrounds of your nails,and slid there – downto the calloused pads;if I had awakened a papercut, austere…
What was it, that chocolate crustscorched in the pot from yesternight,leaning, off-burner, with the danglingspoon, wooden and stained? Best give it a soak, my love,that tomorrow we may findits nature…
Otto rode filthy down the slumpline onto Cowpers – past Bleaker’s Brick, Mole Rat Slim’s and Dave’s Sour Onion…
I saw a picture of you today,that crow’s foot smile, your eyesblue behind wisps of bang,arm around his shoulder,same old still,and I felt nothing. But then again,I was small fish…
What can I say?I was a bad sunrise,quick scudded to cloudand withholding. Look at it this way,it was a great dayfor pictures,unshadowed,no hotspotsto burn awayin a dance. We were a…
S’always gonna be there, that stain like a slitherin’ dog done nabbed a cookie. Let’s call it spilt milk, if we must, but fuck that was a rabbit punch. Let’s…
If I knew anything, like a dog’s tail wags, like an iced wire sags, I would know a hard mouth stings. But there in the blaze of it, in that…
She was crushed ice,great for chewing,bad for teeth. She found me thirsty and pica,down in the taps,bounced and fanged. And there she was, tall in the glass,clear in her gaps…