dress shoes
and blue-lighted desertions
only slightly comforting/slow
or cold
moon
give and take and
over stricter loosing
i'm home

keeps like running
oil harpstrings timbered and
guaged for,
only for
plucking

cycling those few onlys
that get in from
managing your rights and wrongs spill
them barrels full respect and now
definite chill wherever isn't
it's not all over

take irritating energy like those always
conforming bastards, and only then in
posession will resume my
reservedness?
take

11/20/2005

Author's Note: not sure when this was written...... I like it, though.

Posted on 11/20/2005
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