Dance the sin

Apple, Australia, color, Fruit Market, Kitchen, Sin

Make me blue, give me wings,
make the house jive coffee, make it simmer,
jump and trip the wires – let it rip my cords.

appleFlash-time purpose, pinch and feel my throat.

No sense like the present, no purposeful feel and
certainly no spring uptown or down low.

A little more belt, tightened around my waist,
slipping down, way down.

Give me a zap, a current – sizzled fat or
bone to dirt – I’ll take them both.

A little less bible – give me a belt. Give me
black, give me toes with straight-up curls –
make me pant the word – help me dance the sin.

2010 Barry Comer – Illustration 2015