5/17/10

Long live the Easter king! with wigs and wing of diamond rings and white powdered face that grins and winks with purple lipstick rank with berry thick and limp and swell of perfume from old and musk and dawn to dusk that pours from out his clothing gaps to slide deep in my spine and brain so I’d rather die than smell like him so I shudder shudder shake at nimble thimbles to song he makes and breathes so heavy and low and slow I bow nose to ground and hand over heart and eyes askew and lips just apart.