Crickets & Machetes
Crickets,
tambourines
strapped to
black ankles,
tambourines
of pure nickel.
Night’s
placenta
embedded
with stars
like spurs,
tiny scorpions,
sparks
of lust.
Crickets
swing machetes
of lamplight
along
their infinite
trails
of romance.
Alan Britt
Posted over on Eleventh Transmission
1 comment:
I LOVE THIS POET!!!! Holy cow! How do you ferret out the top ones?
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