Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Talent is an awkward and audacious lady –
always squirming from her hunger to become.
Her charcoal-gray and pink-striped hair, her shady
eyes, her blunt red-purple leotard suggest the sum
of stranger things than you could know.
All writhing elbows, breasts and thighs and knees –
she manifests impatience in her jarring glow
to be exonerated: exercised into an expertise.
Not pretty when she isn’t tended –
lava of a hot remorse will burble up and spill –
she’ll burn you with an agony that can’t be mended.
Do not take her lightly: she can kill.