poem.

Bright Shadows

You set my head on fire.
Like a fat orange caterpillar, it devours
Every inch of my wick,
And as though fatigued by indigestion;
It perspires.
Beads of solid sweat trickle
Down
My Erection,
Like fertile semen caressing a cold penis,
Only to create ugly babies at its feet.
Time guarantees a smoky demise,
And a hazy reminder of black cotton
To greet the end of my function.
The wax rests; here.


- October 2006