helpless before her by John Eivaz my best friend loves her vagina-like life. crashing cars crystallize. i am caught in a long stocking. try to tell her i'm serious, it's then that she draws my blood upon the moon. look for me in the maguey tree she boasts, i've slept years on the terraces of dawn, that silence you stole and wrapped in peacock plumes is B O R I N G. Wings! Lap up the silk ladder! your nose bridge walks like a wolf, it knows it's me and it doesn't care. you care though. Amanita! Amanita! shriek me through one moist damp dark day. my bloated sparrow hawk, diet with me. the city is steel, our mad inertia will bend it into a wishing well. reading the newspaper aloud we board the rabbit, thousands of us draped with obituaries, sexy death notices, but it is a grand hare, air-conditioned. we all fit, get snug, fall asleep and miss the train. smack the sleeping conductor with your crucible of rubies, and i will breathe love into your vagina-like life, wet friend whistle, prairie park rendevous, denver am let amulet om let om. the sun is it and it's hiding in my blank banana. ©2002 by John Eivaz John Eivaz (john e) was born in New York and lives in California. His writing has been featured in a few small press publications and on-line at Slow Trains (including Soup Sonnets, an electronic chapbook written with PJ Nights), Clean Sheets, Mind Caviar, Ophelia's Muse, Tryst, Mi Poesias, Branches and other Web sites, including Erotica Readers and Writers Association, where he is poetry and flash fiction editor. His poetry has been recognized by the IBPC competition and the Preditors and Editors Poll. Read more at the Web site he shares with PJ Nights.

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