Sunday

In a Tent

In a Tent

The universe is gifted and waiting out front
engine idling and mountains roaring
sharp quartz gathering into fingerprints
tearing identity from the guts-
gay boys at work in the alley
forcing the perfect symmetry
of awkwardness to governors
too drunk and fucked to know better.

2 comments:

a_caesura said...

Love this.

Miss you!

Jeni said...

a jarring little poem.
I'm liking "sharp quartz gathering into fingerprints" and "forcing the perfect symmetry/ of awkwardness to governors"