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Subject: Blue Flames Dressed in Plaid

Author:
andy

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Date Posted: 02:18:42 01/15/08 Tue

Blue Flames Dressed in Plaid

I peeled you off the smooth glass
of a memory framed in plaid
the skirt of my sister hanging
like some trophy on your door

You exchange clothes
as if they were conversations
then steal them
as if you had forgotten
who they smelled like
yesterday

In the eye of a blue flame
I read your dialect
so cadenced as it flickered
in the madness
of my starving loins

Your carved calves
above painted toes
twisting around the bend
of hot dreams filled with
the sauce of-------
what I will not say

I chisel my desires
until they fade away
turning to garnet
shades of blood
that still linger
behind the hedges
of my manhood

the wind whipped
you into my dreams
silver necklace
draped in lace
I thought of strangulation
the edge of life
where your disguise
was stripped away

I might inform my sister
of the skirt still unreturned
just to see if your reaction
might settle my dysfunction

Life is like that
for us, here in the wombs
of bait and switch
where the crow caws
when the corn is gone
when the devil comes
a callin'

ajs

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