22 December 2009

Poem #4 (two found after the farewell poetry party)

1.
"Who says it was heresy?"
two storeys up in the warehouse
watered down risk
on the table
"pass the whiskey, goddamit", she said
starlight
in the blink of her eye
the name on
the lips
that lack
of calling his name.

2.
I've passed the
risk on to you
lacking the
angelic host we
are lost
my lips are
heresy to
your love.

4 comments:

plishk said...

wow, this makes me want to see them all again.

Lorne Roberts said...

exercises w/ the same sets of words?

cara said...

yup.
it was one of the most fun nights ever I think.

jc said...

yeah, that was the night my studio turned into a writing party. I think I was parenting but it sounded like one heck of a good time.