jerome moore

I Tell You Courtney What Your Room Is Missing Is A Black Panther - Poem by jerome moore

We stood at a point!
where your kitchenette met your dinning nook.
We did our circus act vacated all netting,
You revealed me your new brazzier with nude lace.
We melted crayons with a hot glue gun,
where you melted my toes, my palm, my neck.
We took our chalk to the street,
You drew upside down crosses on the church wall, and I I drew a pentagram.
where the alleyways sucked their piss filled bellies in,
and the bums vomited in-between meals.
We ate hummus pizza on the rooftop with shiraz wine,
and made plans to travel to Costa Rica, without your boyfriend.
you asked me if my batteries ever ran out as I threw my shoes over the ledge.
Later that night we laid distant while the nighthawks drag raced with the cops!
and I thought of Mahler as drifted away to sleep.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 11, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, February 11, 2013

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