Serpentine Kiss Of Life
sisters grimm
lobar as the tide recedes
daylight floods
propylene glycol green
paroxysm ha ha
sea worms bloated on my stomach
the oil beetle grows fat on night markets
questionable tastes
i recuperate post resuscitationin a square box lined with stale imagery
as the nurse stoops glides twitters
betwixt me, it, them and a sea so beautiful no one dare sail it
till dawn.
while you sleep a hundred million cockroaches get busy
i hear them
marching
by cover of dark
a brown train of incessant plague
taking the old route to
deconstruction
Hard Rock Candy Mountain
like walking sticks on evergreens deciduous
in celophane that crinkles like compacted snow
sweets they used to weigh for paper bags
now arrive candy coated in brittle light
cracked on teeth hard with poison gas
the sound of resurrection from within
neurotic soft centrered incidents hang motionless
the lingering aftershock taste of absinthe laced
chartreuse on tongues and throats and lips so blue
on a plane high above the steppe and shepherdesses
i recall her taste momentarily, hard rock cafe
breakfasts tainted with psychotic stripes
a subtitled cinema goer from an alpine chocolate box lid kid.
teri louise kelly is an authority on the nocturnal habits of creatures great & small, is the author of two memoirs 'Sex, Knives & Bouillabaisse' & 'Last Bed On Earth' & has a poetry volume out later this year (2009) - she confesses to being a insomniacal maniac.
