rockstar incognito

a poem whose pieces span several years, still waiting to be finished. but i thought i'd post anyway, along with a few phrases/descriptions that i want to use in later poems/stories.


rockstar incognito

i have good lips for pouting
and bags under my eyes
from too much dreaming
not enough sleeping
i go out at night with sunglasses on
big boots
jangley earrings
bangs to my chin
we laugh and knock into each other
stumble our way to the underground coffee house
where we'll listen to the friday night band
and play mah jong like little old ladies
cackling and spilling our drinks


he gestured with his hands as he spoke

there were sparks in his spine

her body lit up like a switchboard