Teaser
by Crystal Curry

 

Labor for coin-fed
lover a tumor
will pull at the heartstrings & sinew
                                                             bring tears
sweet hold the prime mover for one long & fair
hapless demise
on the hovel door
you come over bring your scalpel over
nose past the pit kiss the piglet & flee
to the doctor half-dressed in Daphne's
                                                                            blush
& half-obscured by the leaves breast pink
curtain oh twinkles you have a thing
in the ribcage with us
                                       you won't believe

 

 

 


Other poems by Crystal Curry in ActionYes #1:
Decree
Toast
Notice
Warranty