Old Lielacs

By | 1 October 2015

vintage soul beats and mixt apes
and in be tween the toes

un settled ridges where we tumbled
in liquored torpor

the shaft of sun lite from the window by
the kitchen door

mixt in with the cigarete smoke
the smel of old lielacs from
the corner store

wild nights swimming throuogh wild grass
blunt hands and prehensile lips

the names we summoned each
other with

the frost that never came even
with the wintry winde

Kate Geck remixes this poem for The Lifted Brow portion of this issue.

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