Christian Carbone

Rookie (August 22,1964 / Los Angles, CA)

Anklet - Poem by Christian Carbone

silver metal as
soft as ice cream
resting thoughtless
on brown peach skin

cloudy fingers use
a nail to unfasten
and rejoin picasso
ashtray plating

strong, soft, supple
mother’s dream
calves follow upward
the floor seems to
fall saddened when
the angel starts
ascending atop halos
on the escalator
sprinkling visions
& questions behind


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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 21, 2009



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