circulationist you've taken it upon yourself to make sure
the pretty cursive words keep writing themselves sharply
through my veins shapes and don't cut the machine off.
not yet, we're just getting started here,
i just met your careful hands.

you just told me the names of the trees my designs resemble most.
jetblue,

the colors of my cape had just kept fading
you have my fangs in spades you have the common cure.
it feels so magnificent to feel, bicycless your fine fitness
has kept my city streets going in always new paths.

always new shores & the talk of a deserted island.
the sun was and will and can bake us both dry as dust.
pretty sure my skin was regaining its coppertone against
the backdrop of your laughing white emergency smile.

out of order and trying to force my mechanical bed up,
when i met you i felt the broken up words talking to me
in the autographed cast of broken bones all things felt of heavy science
small explosions, making sure each catalyst knows its line
in time. the order of reactions most likely cheated, having
an excellent view of the clock.


nuclarity is exactly what you would think it to be, besides the truth, it is
clarity in the severity and radiation on a nuclear scale.

from this moment i needed you, making sure i didn't slide
away into yesterday or the unsafe place before the day i forgot to
push the little button that keeps me a pioneer and not a prisoner.

09/25/2008

Author's Note: align your fingers carefully along the notches of her spine

Posted on 09/26/2008
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