So What
If I were man enough
I would draw a warm bath of gasoline
pull the straight razor across my wrists
toss in a lit match and
sink down into my pyre
I have begun to forget
the true world
los horas del oro
the smell of rain and
it always comes back to
pheromones and blues
floating on the breeze or
the ghost of tarot cards
strewn across unseen tables
Just dance with me
Spring
I look up from
all these bones to see
the snow stained with
rivets and steel and
the blood of lovers
like nothing had ever happened
I look out the window
to see if
the stars had fallen as well
yet nothing had changed
I will never understand
how these whispers
never lose their power
in my dreams
yet never come true
About the author:
Gail D. Kelley is a doctor in Los Angeles balancing words and bones and brushes. His poetry has been published online most recently at Covert Poetics, Gloom Cupboard, and Kill Poet. You can find him in print in the inaugural issue of Agua available from Scintillating Publications. More of his work can be found at www.myspace.com/chirorhino
