markbousfield

WHITE TEA LIZARDS

Sodden in blood
claystones of conversation drift to Calgary,

with divine affinity for departing rapidity
a mystery stranger drinks

White tea,
basking like lizards,

tongues forked
asking like lizards

returning to Roman roads and
kicking up sparks of dustandrhythms of Christ death,

the telling corona of breath
lets me know you're only kidding,

it lets me know
I can still do bad things to you.