She has the three necessaries for combustion:
by Gordon Purkis
1.
Fuel—
because she’s got legs
like a candle
which taper in the dimness
2.
Heat— because she’s like the
soles of my feet
wandering through
the barren desert of her soul
3.
Air— because she sails
on the wind,
that is, like a cannonball
come crashing upon me.
by Gordon Purkis
1.
Fuel—
because she’s got legs
like a candle
which taper in the dimness
2.
Heat— because she’s like the
soles of my feet
wandering through
the barren desert of her soul
3.
Air— because she sails
on the wind,
that is, like a cannonball
come crashing upon me.
About Gordon Purkis:
Gordon Purkis is a poet, artist and publisher. He is the editor of three poetry magazines:
Mastodon Dentist, Nefarious Ballerina, and Penny Ante Feud. They can all be found at
www.shoemusicpress.com His book Circus Fragments and Other Poems is available on
Amazon.com or via the Shoe Music Press website.
Gordon Purkis is a poet, artist and publisher. He is the editor of three poetry magazines:
Mastodon Dentist, Nefarious Ballerina, and Penny Ante Feud. They can all be found at
www.shoemusicpress.com His book Circus Fragments and Other Poems is available on
Amazon.com or via the Shoe Music Press website.
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