after the reception

In corners, when the party tent folds,
there you’ll find me. I promised.
We droned earlier, when spotlights dove
into glossed lips and walmart earrings;
form show and dance, elegant pathetic –
all while we revered one unvoiced howl
which brooked no pain, no ten dollar merlot;
singular, it blurred me twice a minute –
but shook nowhere. Rooms rocked and headached.
But stars [...]

Filed under: verse | Posted on November 15th, 2005 by palmer | Comments Off

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