Bella, reneau, jr., Reid, and Chandler - OMG! Day 8: aaduna's National Poetry Month Celebration
DARK WITH NO STARS AND THE BOONDOCK SAINTS You felt the ego slid across a pale torso, sinking into the down memory lane. Through hazy curtains of frothy gin, you slowed near dark with no stars, west to the rearmost quarters where lit neon of the Boon- dock Saints stunted green, teethed with the swirling whorls of your heretic-form collapsing into a mamba of cigarette ash. You walked on, walking the holed street of Toulouse, hallelujahs trickled from tiny wounds of yellow-eyed streetwalkers, gusto with which a rivulet of cello and violin bunched by the rising point of chicory on white-bellied birds. In the red sweeter mouth, your tongue worked lost braiding calypso, tendrils collaring flat, like dead sons felled still on battlefield. © 2016 Lana Bella ...