Brooke archives from 2008

hanging upside down
the starry ocean
a jelly haze

15.04.08.


spiral dresses
cheek the tinsel
and cotton things
leave a tree more
than enough for
you and me

fanfare of
little whistles
herald a chest of
jelly fruit opened
before that night
reflecting sparks
of a wrapper

your stilettoes
compliment the
muscle under the
gauze. As throngs
of excited guitar
beat applause

the others
have yet to see
as darkness does
hung with silver
icicles and lace
candy bows

what is she
doing draped
over a leg mock
drunk and laying
a claim to what
is not mine

my stocking
holds nothing
like this but the
other ones post
in there some
odd ideas

abruptly
blindfold by
a pair of hands
to where have I
fallen and can
I get back

did I ask
you to turn
out the light?
in my opinion
it's all rather
sudden

all that
was left were
blue tree-lights
quicken dance
before this
shadow

22.11.08./23.11.08.


this bumper
gonna end up
a sardine with
a driver like her
.. what a way to
go with garish
lights ringing
in your ears!

funny how
fast love hits
speeding in the
other direction

16.04.09


shadows
of chiffon cuffs
crackle in the glow
softly softly his
socks bit of
a wizz

a moon heads
a skeleton cloud
the muse gathered
up his reins riding
endorphins and
sugar star

now
you act and
I will not take
it seriously! you
are transported
to another
decade


6.02.09./6.03.09.

his hair
looks subtle
under the chiffon
how about his mate
kept in suspense
thick fingers
study the
elastic

we paint
his chest with
khol and fruited
lipsalve trace contours
of his chest. That oil of
cherry testosterone
mmmm!

bit of an
acquired taste
watching this mix
under a veil. Strange
how a big tongue
can get so lippy


15.05.09./17.05.09.