her mind is a rabbit
that carries too many karets
rolex (to)
kotex (oh)
no sex

overzealous revelations
skirt the possibility
of exploitation from a
foreign market

HARK

I hear your
angels cry for
release
from this measure
for measure their
song replenishes
pleasure
long
forgotten...

but its all rotten

they are celestial sinners

im a foreign stranger to this feeling. i havent seen you in a while and i'm worried ill wander off again if you stop picking flowers, stop slinging sex, stop whirling my mind into cake batter. preheat to 450 and stick me in. im ready. let it rip.

It's as if I've lost my toes and forgotten how to walk. the light is yellow today. woke up in a daze of confusion and mothers threatening to check the pockets of last nights pants, now todays, soon to be tomorrows. crosswalk bowling was a success until those little men on bicycles kicked us out with flashlights and holstered reprimands. Went to the ( Read more... )