Desert Wine/Manhattan Sour
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| sweat dripping between our breasts sun mercilessly bearing down among arid sands |
pearls clinging above your chest neon playfully coloring town below slick streets |
| the only wind the open windows an oven sucking up our moisture lips cracking |
the many sounds behind doors a soiree filling up your desires hips hopping |
| land fades into sky, no horizon muted colors all of neutral tones desert hallucinations |
walls blare into ceiling, no morning brazen colors all of electric tones city undulations |
| water gone, swirled down hours ago still half a day until relief wishing for night’s cold |
whiskey to go go, plenty around just half a night until grief fearing for day’s heat |
| a rusted house off to the left one lone truck turns in as i pass swerving us in dust to nowhere |
a chrome revolver off to the right a thug weasels in as you laugh inviting you in trust to somewhere |
| desolation looked us in the eye stranded, bruised, dehydrated no energy to try |
anticipation ripped wild your sight unabandoned, flawless, saturated no care to ask why |
| you summoned me to power with a salt dry kiss on my dry salt lips |
he enticed you to frailty with a sweet wet taste in your wet sour mouth |
| fatefully we drove onward staring desperately for salvation seeing only crackled clay |
blindly you dove forward rushing carelessly to damnation feeling only what he gave |
| running on empty bodies and tank then a transforming sight rising hills of hope |
fucking with sated bodies in haste then a cementing gaze sunken gutters of fears |
| soft willowy trees on a bank of pure turquoise waters nakedly we plunged in |
starkly lit lamppost on a corner of tarnished purplish ether ravishingly you plugged in |
| as the sun lowers obligingly we refresh our burnt skin and float gently in relief |
as the moon rises regretfully he pierces your pallid heart groaning in pain |
| sweetwater enters our pores muscles untense in soft currents our kisses wet again |
acrid blood leaves your veins sinews rigor in hard denials your kisses never again |
| a rustle from the far bank two denizen otters slide down and swim along with us |
a blare from the police car two commuter cops snarl lips and ignore your last breath |
| twirling their bodies like ours then give a knowing look and laugh at |
flicking their smokes at your body then give a disdainful sneer and mock at |
| our innocence | your innocence |
that is one of my favorite things you’ve written, WB.
May 16, 2010 at 2:05 am
This is very creative. You are so talented Walt.
May 16, 2010 at 8:47 pm
Original, stunning in its contrasting imagery and so desperately sad
May 29, 2011 at 1:09 am
Amazingly vibrant and creative, Walter. I started reading a line from each, left to right, and it was like a duet. Beautiful!
May 30, 2011 at 10:52 am
A song, Sir W. I read this first vertically, then across, and it seemed the pink echoed the blue. Lovely, and different from anything else of yours I’ve read before. Peace…
May 30, 2011 at 9:44 pm
I like the contrast/complement of the parallel works. Everything about the pieces (the piece) comes alive.
Remarkable.
June 1, 2011 at 9:07 am
Wonderful imagery and juxtapositions.
June 1, 2011 at 10:58 am
I love the form you’ve created here, how it can be read multiple ways, how the parts are both contrasting yet parallel. Great use of imagery and language.
June 2, 2011 at 6:53 am