Untitled

Sun-flower spot. Risked new expulsion, dreams
from domelight & pissing dreams run.
Dreaming you spent your
ear out there in the
willowshade. Your year
out there under the trans am puking. Dreaming
you waited till sunflowers came walking. Surprising they don’t
walk
until dreaming you wrest them. Believe here.
Believe your haunting is suns. Pots waiting unfilled wafting.
Go ghost new home you brought her fucking.
What comprehensible tits left gasping. Earhole, mouth dream,
run, risk thigh-shade & chamber maid empty. Pot hole
steaming sun’s spot waiting,
willow
shade drawn, closing in, in closing.

Stephen Rodgers


View all poems by Stephen Rodgers