If i could, i would empty my hand into yours. I'd save the eclipse for us both to share. But i'm the napkin knocked off the table or the slice Sandwiched between my pride, my confidence, my discomfort and my patience. if no one knows than no one will be left in cold storage. If my temperature raises for someone it stays at bay. If I left the last ( Read more... )

The scant sentences I carve that dodge federal bullets,
They aren't just spittle. They are rivers diverged and they circle the earth.

I lift said lid of said trunk ( Read more... )

my stomach croaks. The acupuncture salesman and the table side sea captain roll down the carpet-clogged freeway. the target audience is drastically reduced at the end of a diverse vomit stream from the heavens. Is overpopulation the artichoke in an old woman's throat? The splash against a funnel commode? If Jello or Jarboe say it or sing it can we ( Read more... )

So kindred are we.
Slouching a desire to....
I love and you do.

You sell strength. Its measure becomes a slab. A perfect serving. A descentful diet. The more you want the more you can't divulge.

Wrastling.
Dunking a forest into a Desert.
Analogies scratching their balls and their temples.
Gratification rests its weariness on a disfigured knee-cap.
Mewing Verdi from the inner core.
I listen for your beating sound of self.
I listen.
I hear.
I signal.
I sigh.

The cushions were bulky underneath my legs.
I was at one time more flexible.
Playing cat and mouse with a cordless.
So I listen in on the franken-sense.
dabbling in a patented dictionary.

Thoughts are loitering in my cranial chamber ( Read more... )

Smush smushie.
Neon Citrus goo hugs my fingertips.
I sang alone in public.
Number one.
I'll send you a line so you could be reeled in in time to hear me.