June 24, 2008
Unoriginal
You’re a good book
That lured me in
With a sexy cover:
Unoriginal Sin
It’s hard not to see
your tricks of the trade
But those eyes kiss
with the love we made
At a moments notice
you could have stayed
To slide apart
Slippery hearts
as sweat glistens
You talk with your body
but your head don’t listen.
Do you feel
dreams unraveled
lemon peels
taste bitter that
steals my breath away
can I have it back
Someday?
Don’t need you for a heart attack,
OK
May 1, 2008
The Cotton Mouth
Eric Blasco
5000 year to build ‘em up
50 to watch ‘em tumble
Cotton mouth contrails
in the rubble
of lost cities,
and new trouble.
Bumble bee jets drop
burning brand cigarettes
See the smoke settle
in the hot sand kettles
Twisted knots like pretzels
at the distance of TV sets.
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February 13, 2008
Before Noon
by Eric Blasco
Green canals of trees
guard us above,
as the leaves
reflect light from below.
They know
the ground brought us power
to see and grow,
to walk a straight line,
in this city of 200,000
parking tickets,
fines,
noses picked at—
picket lines of worry across the faces
on all kinds
of skinny-legged people
at tight lipped places.
