Jeans
a sweater
primp primp
smirk

The
knees
of
consolidation
are
grinding
into
one

Grab a bottle of
yellow polka dotted Aqua Net
spray
for the
hair
of fiery
heavens

The ugly side of a thigh

The cancer spot on the face

The igloo deemed inappropriate
for such blazing Miami weather

The calling
of substance
is falling apart
Pulled into the wreckage
do save me a spot

For we are the casted
the constant
the sea
We move with garbage
we dream in 2d
We mean better often
and try harder less
The thumping increased.....


As the sea of dead walked toward me I heard
that slow grinding noise of bone on the blacktop
I found myself picturing the video for thriller
and remembering how Jacksons co-star sued him
for sexual harassment

A dream it would have been if they had all opened her up

And before I was bitten and changed forevermore
I put my fingers inside you
and looked into your eyes
cause were more than just friends
and your screaming now shows that

And this was my dream last night

01/12/2008

Posted on 01/12/2008
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