Chelsea Locke Poems

Mercury is a speed demon on an ego trip;
young and stupid with only the eyes of heaven to bring him back down.
I was told I had stars in my eyes, but
I don't remember
...

and only slightly frozen
you had rain dripping from your eyelashes
and every word you said ended in a promise
even I knew you couldn't keep.
...

Do we have to count the stars?
Or may we merely dance beneath them?
Numerical representation of such beauty
taints them just a tad,
...

Airplanes floated adrift our brain cells as
we wrapped our lips around the
bright eye in the center of our consciousness
and tasted envy.
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