because while some truths lend themselves to equations, others are best described in verse

three hours after midnight

she woke up seeing sirens,
her spirit cramped and moist and
crawling like ants
flat across a sticky weathered floor, the
heat sickness of a summer night’s
shivery poison leaving sweat tracks
on citrus-scented skin:  blood
oranges and melted amber in
a single, wax-draped dream.

6 responses

  1. great poem and i LOVE the new site design!

    July 6, 2010 at 1:49 pm

    • thanks! (on both counts) 🙂

      July 7, 2010 at 3:51 pm

  2. Waking up to night noises, very nice imagery.

    July 7, 2010 at 5:45 pm

  3. Welcome to Thursday Poets Rally week 25, you are represented as one of the fresh poets:

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    July 21, 2010 at 10:13 pm

  4. I love this piece.. you have a great talent in capturing emotions..
    I nominate you for lovely blog award 🙂

    July 25, 2010 at 8:02 am

  5. Wow.. this was so very done!
    The first time I read, I saw the picture of a candle 🙂
    Then, reading again, a murder scene
    Then, again, and now it was someone frantically raving after waking up from a hot nightmare!

    Lovely imagery! Makes one imagine so much! And I loved that aspect of this poem!

    July 26, 2010 at 5:25 pm


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