1
Chapped lips trace the grinding
ivories in this sullen bastard mouth
the toes that tap to angels
retouching tattoos

2
We are in a fortress
of fuzzy paintings.

3
My shadow steps out
of my cold bones
in a two-shot coffee cup--
and it's made out of paper.

4
I was in Jonas' belly
when the whale ate him.
I was on a three-day date
on a pirate ship
on a fiesta disco cruiser.

12/15/2006

Author's Note: OoOoOOoOO...my skin was like a lizard's skin. my leg tattoo was peeling.

Posted on 12/16/2006
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