Not to reverse definite decision
but this one just walked in
like dew creeps up on the morning.
Besides the point
my day rested long atop my bubbling
conscience.
And here I am in Math
and there she goes upstate (for now)
Walking the mundane streets with
her new attachment.

Our bodies created by free hands
Dumbly smiling my head in the clouds.
The city leaks sneaker green.
The remnants of a harder world flow
beneath our toes.

And I always hated feet. Lucky
all your candids have included socks.

So were off course here.
The penman has become the marksman
as the parchment folds around gasoline
soaked faces.

Oil flows from her pale lips as she looks up at
me in delusion.Confident that she can suck
the well dry and finally end this fucking
attraction.

I called to her
"Run a frozen route."
She told me to go deep
and get it over with.

10/29/2008

Author's Note: They had to powerwash the walls, and replace all the upholstery. He lye alone, pictures of her scattered across the floor, his hand in a bucket of corn.

Posted on 10/30/2008
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