in packard skin

 

in packard skin reflected
mirrored in the sheen,
alone with only the desert
desolation filled her eyes,
taking gold braid lasso
began to be fluid
with rope,
legs damp under nylon cover
breasts swelled in warm lace,
remembering that match box town
that ignited under her touch,
dust rose,
she had claimed the sun
heat closed about skin,
a game without kisses
and dead flower grief,
heaven would know
of her crimes
the dead that where still afraid,
in a packard skin reflected
spice tainted tongue
needed moisture,
as lasso swirled in frenzy,
acrid fragrance of death
chose to pursue
waiting and smiling,
mushroom column
elevated behind her
it to
reflected in a packard skin

Exit And Answer

Terry S Amstutz

dead flaked walls,

i breathed there

my fear saw the grey plaster

with gun at my side,

ears distilled sounds

a gunshot,

sirens and screaming,

my unmended nature

by sociological  discourse,

returned fire,

i hit someone,

who.. i did not know,

body temperature raised

clammy trickle down my back,

this was my trap

one exit only,

sometimes i wish i listened

but chose not to,

shouts down the hallway

torches and light,

light attached to guns,

robbery no excuse 

to evade poverty,

now i was fallen

and unreachable,

lifting gun hand

i knew what to do

 

@dVersePoets with Terry S Amstutz