Michael K. Gause
Sustenance
L'antipasto
Eyes on eyes brushed with skin. Thoughts plated like perfect tongues.
Il primo
Spark and mouth tendered. Curves succumb to the bone of will. Truth in the room, a bomb.
Il secondo
Hunger stretched to raga. Tunnels of breath lead to never and no end.
Il dolce
Heavy marrow sky. Subwoofer fall. Hope once caused the oceans. Your whole life, sated.
Michael K. Gause has taught German, sold men's clothes, and stocked diapers at midnight. His writing can be found on the Web, in print, and on bathroom walls across the Midwest. He is author of two chapbooks and other things. His haphazard blog is http://thedayonfire.blogspot.com.
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L'antipasto
Eyes on eyes brushed with skin. Thoughts plated like perfect tongues.
Il primo
Spark and mouth tendered. Curves succumb to the bone of will. Truth in the room, a bomb.
Il secondo
Hunger stretched to raga. Tunnels of breath lead to never and no end.
Il dolce
Heavy marrow sky. Subwoofer fall. Hope once caused the oceans. Your whole life, sated.
Michael K. Gause has taught German, sold men's clothes, and stocked diapers at midnight. His writing can be found on the Web, in print, and on bathroom walls across the Midwest. He is author of two chapbooks and other things. His haphazard blog is http://thedayonfire.blogspot.com.
Return to July 2015 Edition