Skip to main content
2020 Unpublished PoetryNewsPoetryUnpublished

The sun sets in her chrome chest

By January 12, 2020June 16th, 2020No Comments

The sun sets in her chrome chest.
She crosses the sky on foot.
Her thirst is snow, over La Mer Du Nord –
never to freeze to stone.
Her veins are crammed with fish and plants,
the Gulf Stream she is at night,
turtles are palms, swordfish are heart ,
deep-breathing herring are lungs.
Her climbing thoughts like lobster-monks
crawl over the slippery stars.
Her hands hold tight to wind and tides,
the coral reefs serf her blood.
Rodeo rides commits the knife,
over Punica granatum –
the sun is up, the sword – inside,
the scarlet red fills the dark,
the dark blue of her Noordzee.