The Ink is Still Wet

on my crown. it’s the color of crows’ eyes, frogs’ tongues,
the death of butterflies, the air that moves around a body
when it bows to death. there are worse things than losing

your head for a bit of pie. someone once took my heart
for the end of their scepter. everyone starts out as a pawn.
lower your face, lick the glue from the edges of my crown.

you want pardon? you’re thinking of those two other bitches.
i’m no queen of hearts, no red queen. i’m the mad hatter
made royal. all the ways about here now belong to me.



Image taken with iPhone at Jewelbox.
Words written in the queen’s chair, 1:30 pm, with snow outside.
Time Taken 15 minutes?
Brain on… it’s a morning of dirty thoughts, what can I say?

This entry was published on March 17, 2012 at 12:20 pm and is filed under March, Poems, Seattle, Self-Portraits. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: