Here's everything:
I can dance these words
and dress my footwork
and weave with steady
swiriling hands..

the boring patterns of saying nothing
in so many phrases,
demanding that no one pays attention.

I can easily hide,
everything I've got,
pretending is living to me.
For a peck is a kiss,
and a hug=marriage
it's really just relative
to how pathetic I can seem.

So I brag
made-up stories in the moonlight.
Crossed legs straightened,
and steel cars in flames,
darting tongues,
soft pressed clits,
split in half by the knives of
crazed native Americans,
sacrifices by the fire,
skin blended milkshakes,
twins becoming one,
fucking with the silencer on till dawn,
melting arms into fingertips
and vice versa.

..but you'll never read this so..

blow me!

11/22/2010