

SkinTheres nothing underneath.Skin
I want to touch you, to find who you are But youre not there.
We were riding on the bus and
there was a woman you knew A few minutes of uncomfortable reacquaintance
then you went back to your book
I touched your hand but it was just your skin I kissed your mouth but it was tight Perfunctory last kiss, the only thing you ever gave me that was real I tasted goodbye I told you I loved you I guess I knew him


ShotI was walking to Kash n Karry, a corner market that was Florida born and raised and has since died there, on a Saturday morning in December. I was bundled quite nicely to prevent the fearful, blistering 40* weather from penetrating to my well tanned skin. I was just wondering how I would avoid the unwelcome leering Cuban approaching on the sidewalk when I felt what seemed like rocks showering me on my left side. I looked at my arm and then up and saw three black men with B.B. guns out their windows laughing and shouting as they drove by. Tears of pain and helpless anger sprouted in my eyes as they sped off waving their guns in victory.Shot


AmpersandsA bird quivering with repressed flight, wound up in its frantic muscles, at last at last! I didnt know I was tied to before. Now I know! To let go! What sickness I have to delight in this flight this first free burst of white open delight. No thought to measure to think it through Im through and its lovely to let go of two. What blue open skies hide in the night I love this love this love you... did I? No, no thought, lets breathe. No, me. Lets not. Its not lets except go. Lets let go and I do. Love, stupid drug doped me up, wrapped me up in no till all I could feel was the blisAmpersands


Drawn to DustI remember it so clearly. I can almost feel the heavy air, thick with the smoke of a lifetime ago. A thousand lifetimes, all simultaneously extinguished in the wild passion of a fires short life. There was no breeze to stir the smoke, to cast away the memory of what had happened here. Gray headstones of fallen logs marked the passing of the great and small, the redwoods, the pines. But it was unreal in it's deathly perfection, like it was carved into the likeness of a forest destroyed. Too still to have ever been alive.Drawn to Dust
I can see this perfectly embalmed forest, but mostly I can see her.
She walked as though in a dre
nobody listens

Introductions,Introductions,Introductions,
These are my friends:
-Rubber ball, you bounce so high, for hours in the street we play Red bird,
look how you fly! My hands are open for you.
Receiving you gently, I laugh, and run; give you ricocheted flight once more.
-Rubber band, you stretch so far when I load my gun and point Green men, enemies from the stars! My bullet is ready for you.
Aim, and I Shoot! I only have the one. They kindly wait for me to
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"I can't see sex as a self-destructive force."- Thom Gunn
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