Wednesday, April 13, 2011

the weight of my style

cold and insane
breathing from the outside in
to the breeding 
of the landslide for the clowns
sun specked around the
blush covered pearls
teeth held back by
couches for lips
and severely manicured 
by years of canned food
her hips sing sweet to me
my lonely boy...astounded
drops knees when thinking
of questions to ask
liquor driven inquest 
frat party-like 
incest 
leave scented trails of 
mist
through winter's air
smells of another tryst
failed...
and boiling underwear...

i want to live down there
will arrive on the scene 
in wine-colored hair
     vagrant's stare...

hey there buttercup--get
your damned cat out of
my mother's favorite chair
i want to caress a while...
want to bask; love heat warmth fills
the weight of my style...
exists in your smile

(11.23.00)

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