Tonight

"After so much logical interrogation, I can do nothing that matters."

-Robert Lowell




Hey sexy lady. The night sky is an ice rink after a brutal hockey game. 

Each star is a tooth snagged on the moonlight where a fist chipped it.

Your mouth skates open in a smile. I wish I could have those roses

back to throw at you. If there was any doubt about which part

of the horse I was before we rented this costume, there is not

anymore. You are definitely the half with the charming rows

of floppy, black rectangles, the muscle luscious neck, and

the deep, heart girth. Whereas I'm the half with the rag

of a flank, the point of buttocks looking deflated, and

the tail hanging like a broken, dried carrot. I cannot

believe you let me slide for so long. Please arch

that long face over mine & tell me why I am

very lucky to have you interrupt whatever

I was trying to say about tonight.






KJ likes to make poems a lot.  He has poems in spork, Word Riot, Blackbox Manifold, and Shampoo. KJ hopes you have a nice night.