by Zachary C. Bush
DeadEnds and other street signs led me
towards The Last Exit Highway Horizon
turning pink pussy into brown meat
with a crackle and pop on the stovetop hot
flashes of The Girl expecting blue-skinned
babies to wash up silently with the stain-red tide
across a country road layered with black-ice frosting.
*from All Avenues Lead To The Vortex [vol. 1] (chapbook)
December 9, 2008
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