roses whose lies unfurled vulgar in the indiana midnight
african lilies whose tongues were serpentine stamens packed with sex.
I joined hands with
cockroaches ranting in crowded cafeterias on tabletops crying "there is injustice was injustice will always be injustice."
and met the mouthpiece
of a firefly whose brilliant europulsations were destined to fade beneath our partnered wingbeats
but you neither multi-eyed insect nor flower of infinity petals what renders unfathomable
the depth of your arms,
that i would bury myself in your smile,
taste the delicate laughter and yet remain
as though the heat which
passes between our bodies is enough
to annihilate all questions all answers all but
self sweat laughter and heavy dreams.
Hey--what's going on? - 11 April, 2008
I wasn't cool - 30 July, 2004
something you wouldn't believe if you saw it. - 11 May, 2004
Going to 17th and U - 27 April, 2004
- - 08 April, 2004