magnified

 and microscopic

 

 

there are no things but these that i left where i loved and tomorrow

 

fascinated but dumb we'll be here

 

 

 

some words that i like are

sung

and i wake with a roundness of blood

 

i am

 

all that i am

all that i am not

 

 

does it look like it does or does it seem like it should. does it hurt,

standing thigh high a ball of punched spirals

 

 

some words.

 

 

                                      lychees and questions.

stones in my heel.

                                      a tuesday like a squid.

that black night I will remember like the avocadoes' punctuation and I make a little venom in a navy satin satin stain.

 

climb in.

 

 

 

i want you i

think i want you.

 

.

 

 

can't speak the words i am

 

a thorn in my side.

 

 

                       there are no good adjectives to describe how this feels. some humour. do you think the ends justify the means absolutely no not at all i think the means justify the ends. yes.

 

 

 

 

 

i am stubborn.

 

 

it's a situation

best left alone i have too much going on in my heart and in my head but we liked your house like small children don't ask me I blame the wine. i am the butter.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

dissipation renders the rest a small strange ache.

 

you talked about sounds and i thought about words. i guarded my face and you took off your shoes and your socks. you took off your clothes and you slept. i thought about you will you have me in your

 

 

 

i am no longer candid

 

nor the man who remembered everything

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

i am         for you somewhere.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

and my skin slowly smiling loved this dumbshow

 

 

 ho hum

 

  

 

 

  

ho hum

te tum