Your Secret Dragons Blood in My Cup: A Poem by Kevin James Miller 1. In the kitchen of piety the plates lurk; Clockwork church elders & saints on sanitys roof; My 1970 golden afternoons replaced by present barbarians, hair blown & berserk; Jefferson & Lincolns better republic dream in your hard-minded boiling waters going poof 2. Heres my reality sandwich in times kitchen sink; My written instructions reading, Shell show up right here, between 18 & 25 oclock - She never showed up, & there was no place to show up in - oh what a stink! Now let us leave, let us leave, let us leave, & journey downward to this towns misty dock 3. B movie cowboy stole the cripple & the playboys magic hat; A gringo boys pulp paper fantasy, Pedro & Taco & Mary Marie Marias front yard; Up to their chins in death squad liberators & Gunsmoke re-written by de Sade & polished by my dead cat; Me? Just a wrinkled gray-haired boy - teach you about semicolons & play at being a Facebook bard 4. When the girlfriend doesnt show up & when the spouse doesnt show up, when the children dont show up, & the grandchildren dont show up - What will you tell me over the tuna casserole & the lemonade & the coffee as I dance on my own grave, your secret dragons blood in my cup?
Posted on: Wed, 29 Jan 2014 19:21:38 +0000
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