The Poetry Of.
Andrew Demcak......................................
The Rabbit Catcher
The spoon mouth alive with poppy oil.
A constant sliding of flames, smoke blown like
hair of the dead. How we perched up high
on a tight wire. The syringe, its clear
wall of intent, the dull plug of its tongue,
and blood tearing blindly, unreeling to
worship that little prick. Feel the thick glass
handle hit the vein hollow like fortune,
its deep vacancy, a rabbit warren.
Love Letter
Ascend the December twig of my arm,
that souvenir relaxed in crisp air.
It's not easy staying skyward, rubbing
past my tree shoulders, when my nippled buds
respond to quick thumbs. Mica glittering
in the lengths of my thighs, the million year
creep of basalt. A lucent fluid flows
from cockstems, a pleasure pinched from stars.
No small bald patch, no unbothered inch.
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