in my boy black a.m.
underwater
tying
moved hands to stuck heart.
Through the veins
he spits a soft window
to my arm.
Tonight
I am the mouth
I eat the away. of his straight painted bleak
I break the canned tongue
I am a mean
swimming
the song I devour was before
in his hands
a pin swatch
the star car--
once walls cliffs and fingers.
4 comments:
"I eat the away. of his straight painted bleak" - love that line
thank you.
:)
Girl, you rock! Guess it's not much of a response, eh? What can one say? Speechlessness sets in. Mouth opens for the flies to find their homes in.
:-)
hi mz m ..and we wonder what that little buzz in our head is!
dr craque.. don't burn your mouth on the fresh muffins.
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