(...and the wind blows in time
with her mouth)

Spleen split,
got a waste basket designated
for pill crushin'.

And my eyes begin to tire
from always blinking in reverse.
Because the first thing that comes to mind
is always the least rehearsed.

And I'm sure that I'll keep trucking,
fuckin' pondering my gain.
Like 10 steps back to where I started.
Some unknown distance kept in vain

I'll hold what I want over you head
Maybe a spider maybe a torch.

Some lost closet cabinet
like that old weekend in July.

Creature Comfort.
I had measured thighs for far too long in my brain
and that sneaking suspicion should have led you to me.

So when your dot had burst inside and the screams
faded into memory,
I washed my hands and tongue,
left my security deposit on her tits and headed for the badlands.

12/16/2008

Posted on 12/17/2008
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