… and he is probing manfully for that one essential but improbable fact, that microscopic mechanism throbbing sweetly somewhere…
Transformation concluding a busy day as the gradient above turns to dusk,
The octopuses tentacles wrapped around my neck as I struggle to breathe for a sorrowful cusp.
My 8 Year Old Wrote a Song and It’s Pretty Darned Good
I fed the cats of the night my psychopath; they feast upon immoral dilemmas,
Ink washed skies parting clouds akin to curtains exposing a full moon.
ev’ry dog has its day
sometimes when’s cast its bone
nor columns it: nor grades, nee
phi/significance
that it eats \ whence it hails
pal \ holy communion
bit \ more for memory
esp there…
… some guy brought her flowers
instead of wine and then, when the
girl got all snotty about it, …
6 & 9, equate,
make, hemingway, the earthquake;
yes, elvis presley,.
shake rattle & roll,
trucking tuesday weld or no:
two’s but one & one,.
though one be better;
some trys have ended ha…
lately i
envision
us standing
face to face
nose to nose
our closeness
only our mouths
kissing, are
on their own
not thinking
being naked
but if ‘twere
our bodies
yea often/
sometimes ac
cidently
eke to…
Love is not kissing someone, after eating a large bag of Pickled Onion Monster Munch Crisps.
We have the celebrity ghosts,
ridiculing disillusion,
and designer talk-show hosts
to exaggerate confusion.
None of them like her anyhow,
but they’d love to watch her fall,
and they ought to realize by now
that she always knows it all.
All has been going on for too long.
And all this time I let alone.
But why prolonged becomes.
The time anyway I want to say anything.
First you still feel a lot better behavior
Now that I think is already…
hard to understand your body language
I don’t understand why it could happen
But I knew the meaning of the story
About him apart from the arms
You’ve missed you cry every night
What do you exp…