Thursday, July 30, 2009

Crickets & Machetes


Crickets & Machetes

Crickets,
tambourines
strapped to
black ankles,
tambourines
of pure nickel.

Night’s
placenta
embedded
with stars
like spurs,
tiny scorpions,
sparks
of lust.


Crickets
swing machetes
of lamplight
along
their infinite
trails
of romance.


Alan Britt


Posted over on Eleventh Transmission

1 comment:

Jannie Funster said...

I LOVE THIS POET!!!! Holy cow! How do you ferret out the top ones?