gingerbread man |
by Sherri Sarantakis |
(7/15/99) |
slipping and sliding down the scree can't find the brakes, i fall through eyes glow with nuclear light Doppler red, Doppler blue ah but i'm the gingerbread man black and blue i go for you unafraid, i know the risks take me over burn my tongue spew it madly on the page paper smokes touch of fountain tip flame writhing and curling in ecstatic pain coaxing and cajoling the sundered bloody skull empty now, smouldering corpse charcoal and ashes litter the floor moth bursts from mouth of hollow cadaver fluttering into the speeding stillness shining like a holy flame |