Friday, April 8, 2011

Featured Selection: Cory Sheeley "Rain"

Cory Sheeley

Your sweet moist words slide over me
Creosote does a belly laugh as you
tickle its green arms
and lift its delicate yellow skirt

Washes dance hard,
a careening Cumbia
of earthy twists,
sandy turns

I wait for an encore
But you are gone
And I am alone
with the coolness of you