I'm going to sour, are you?
by Nathaniel G Moore
[ poetry - may 09 ]
Tetherballed in
repetition
In the boring night
I board a flight.
I move to Sour
Murmuring in heatstroke nude
until unlit lake-dip bliss finds me
"I hold you"
"I feel the same"
"I rest my head"
"I mine the whole planet"
"I like just you"
We move to Sour
(a town in southwest Lebanon
80km/50 miles
south of Beirut)
"Look we've worn things down to cud,
the calf, the curb. Our last meal worming
like slippery eels in the boring night."
Murmuring in
heatstroke nude
until unlit lake-dip
bliss finds us
Tetherballed in
in the boring night
