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)