16 February, 2011


The spinning orbs, candy-colored and hindu-numbered,
shake rattle and roll across green carpet.

Their momentum
depends on skill level, interest, geometry/trigonometry,
and most importantly inebriation levels.

A record machine
plays old love songs, aching and sighing
while the orbs pocket themselves in darkness.

Two lovers compete;
the green carpet is a battlefield, candy-orbs are landmines.
Their hymns tell battle stories, caked in memory.

Everyone appears
much more beautiful, sexy, visceral, capable
as they push the orbs through their space.

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