on never,
toes on stones, toes on stumps,
stumps and rope, stones
and fence posts,
a cursed spring dried up,
dried up curses ring
ring ring ring
too fast on a master sash
one lesson can't be learned
without a master and a
cursed spring.

rapped in nots.

bound and pinned and tasted,

and left to bake,

and the word is unspeakable

and not just to me.

keeping a dead girl's any secret close ( Read more... )

haul your own fucking stink.

catch a clue and
speak directly
before you flash your rank
and think that a badge is anything but
something to open your throat with.

grow a pair, that would be a trick.
do more than "open up a mystery"

and a little more intimate
than being willing to share briefs.

ther aren't words to start,
it's like a short story with no time
for beginnings and endings
with lucky us enough time to get our point across in the middle,
just the middle
where our lightning was trapped above these mudded footprints

i could watch your forever.

finally a place to leave a mark from,
a stone off which to step and to step largely,
lively
and leap into a fray beyond a place romp
through sex or magic that
hasn't been arrayed

writing secret letters to melanie that only jennifer can read ( Read more... )

can't get off to start the race ( Read more... )

taking a break from having a place to hide my innermost thoughts ( Read more... )

Vengeful, petty, bitter, angry, mean, disapproving, displeased.
And only one for "happy"