Woulda Loved Him if She CouldaWe didn't think and couldn't seenor had we really wanted toSo off we ran in the same directionand laughed til we tripped over glueWe'd come in peaceWe'd come in hasteWe'd come in vainAnd ignored the wasteThe right away man for right about nowAnd right to the point ripe passionsCelestial sleep and blessed resurrectionAlready unremarkable, came in rationsWe came that wayWe came to sayWe came to leaveBefore that daySo far he slidEven harder, I fellThe mud was whipped and buried meHe ate the fee while I ate dustThe pricey odds of conventryWe went that longAt least passed dawnWe've since shook hands
Jo.Na.I can smell brimstone on you and it coats my tongue. You are smooth and hang heavy in the air.My lungs open slow and wide to let in your exhaust. Veins swell to be a part of whats new. I am high in your presence. I lay limp and waiting. I wince with imagination. The heat melts my weathered skin and I am pink again.
There is a ManTheres a man who used to, and still does, feel all of his feelings all of the time. He thinks too much, analyzes too long, sleeps too little, and goes unconscious at all the wrong intervals. He has more friends than enemies. He has no friends. He has escapes I envy but would never try. He admits the worst but hides the silliest of sins. Theres a man out there who would sooner shoot himself than shoot his attacker. Hand over his masculinity to the first female competent enough to carry and keep it, then demand it back as if it had been stolen. Hes a most dangerous slayer on the fly, yet sits more often doing nothing, preven
Discovered By the WiindowI am happy and well.I am also in pain, burning to death by flames of passioncovered in filth and absorbing destruction the right way for a change.I have become immortal through becoming undone.I have found some things I have been looking for since I can remember.I lack nothing but words for the magic that's happened in the last few days. I am sick with love and discovery.I am bleeding in the name of preservation -proudly dropping to my knees to be free.I am seeing my reflection beyond broken glass and rain waterI am a genderless brother of a genderless sister.I found myself by looking forward & up and in no other direc
Crown of Golden BrownIt was a cupped and caked coincidencehow she could captivate a heated room with her overflow;her crisp lips' brimming capacity.The last words to cross them,a batter of over-whipped thoughtsthat would tastelessly toughen if ever exposed to air -but she'd spill ill measurements anywayinto silver hollowssprayed with protection and flavor.A greased burn, floating in flute juice,was the crumb in pink underpants..
Cyclic SystemicsTrembling in an obedient positionI gave up but not for longnot under contractnot like you thinkit was a walk-on part the audition was a hit.Angels and guest stars came callingand I had offerings alwaysso they wouldn't leave me untilI was fixedI was distracted enoughI was righted and then wronged.Advised and super-sizedthe platonic guise of male friendsworked like a brotherhoodto my salvaged self the only childthat needed to be carried back home occasionally.I cry myself to sleep now because I am tiredI am savedI am freein footed pajamas with a full tummyhard-won and heartyall safe and sound.
Ah, yes!