thirty day poetry challenge
day 02– ‘CD‘
the CD was a iron disk that she slipped
in and out of her mouth, and when he
called her from the bathtub
she pulled off her skin threw away
her face; he sang along to her
in the car and later
remembered nothing, it was
like juvenile sex with all the passion
bursting bursting out, the birds hit
the windshield and slid
down the road, doll-skeletons crushed and he
was driving, singing
her body waving through the mind
like the Fall, the leaves, the
coming.
the last pavilion 