the first one
open all my closet doors and let the skeletons dance.
waltz Flesh against Enamel
and press Pink against Darkness.
let them shake hot wet language off onto the floor
and clack femurs
and bang elbows.
invite my skeletons into the yard;
stretch out in between them
and watch marrow turn yellow with Day.
7 thoughts on "the first one"
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WOW. Wonderful.
The sound of this poem! I read it out loud…twice!
Incredible.. I read this out loud too. Kept picturing these floppy day of the dead skeletons. Beautiful imagery.
I love the clanging in my brain this poem causes.
I like the dancing, the waltzing Flesh against Enamel (proper nouns or names, and I do love to press Pink against Darkness.
Great job…
Exquisite
dope.