PART 1 ( Read more... )

Hold on. Please, for me, hold on. Where the fuck did this cliff come from? All jutting and solid like it'd been here forever. I don't remember it. Not certainly. I've been smooth and rolling and gradual my entire life, with fingers (uncallused) roaming the short grass of my fields. Hushing them, whispering liquid encouragement. "It's gonna be ( Read more... )

My finger split open today. Just a little. At the tip. Red as i'd ever seen anything. Redder than Kansas in the pre-evening after a sudden Tennesee forest fire. Redder than a doll's rouge (overdone but makes me startlingly arroused). Redder than mud on the banks of a desperate Mississippi even after a spinning harmonica had rust and run its' skin ( Read more... )

OH ( Read more... )

Dousing his lungs in bourbon sours ( Read more... )

Shit ( Read more... )

There are little people in this world. Dwarfs; with diseaes I couldn't pronounce if I had a thousand tongues. Their heads are too small for their brains, and thusly their brains stop growing (like a peanut never grows bigger than it's shell). Jugs of milk and plates with food on them are too heavy for their tiny tendons. They turn sixteen and begin ( Read more... )

So ( Read more... )

She is my Jupiter. With moons 'neath her shirt. And universe breath. I wish I could travel to her using rocketfuel and and the dimple in my cheek. But she does not want me in her orbit. She does not want me to land amidst her rubble ( Read more... )

Sing to me un-angelic ( Read more... )