10 March 2010
This has nothing to do with Jessica
sometimes ::::: we ::: have ::: been ::::: known
to unlock each other's doors at night
taking a bath with candles at each other's throats
(our hands at) (who's looking here?) (only descend once)
throbbing cursory censor: once denuded some
but lived on. made the most of the fabric
as the chairmen say. made the most of all
the quilts at hand. we really did.
but of course, says the thankless mind again,
you know what i mean: the aspirin tablets.
thankless ankles. a response to a spooned question
dolloped: here's the answer: WE HAD TO
the wind blows | my dreads sway
he had hair like war | like "wait!"
please slow down hurricane
as a vast melting of words has been a stove
--recently as today--
was a melt water cooler now a well
then a candy now a chocolate
first a lover; later, a cantilever
& don't i just have it all up the
ass & so forth daddy. i'm a day-glo
bratty kid with sunscreen and a kiss
to give to you whether you like it or not.
i've known some kids, and some of them were nice kids
i've known some shins, and most of them were skinned
at some point, god knows. i can't even keep lower case
without offending heaven -- moreover,
i cannot keep kosher because i'm not Jewish.
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