Pride of Lions

It’s hyena hell in the wildlands tonight.
Everybody’s gender is up for grabs.

Joanie blows smoke rings out her nose
like nooses wound for prey. The corner

booth is reserved for last night’s anger,
dressed in swan wings and a halo of beer.

Dirk likes to play footsie with the remnants
of matchbooks. His heels are the color of

the empty snap of teeth over a back.
Mirrors bring even the wildest of us

to our knees. The tall grasses bend,
welcoming our fall.



Image taken with iPhone.
Words written at Case Study.
Time Taken 7 minutes.
Brain on friends who lend you their fold-out couch and their cats for the night.

This entry was published on March 28, 2012 at 8:45 am and is filed under March, Poems, Seattle, Self-Portraits. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

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