no going around the bush here picking the posies to expose the bleeding tears - sear with the hot rung a rose left dripping with the memories
if only to have him see that the inside of the marble wont roll, tilted but the pink of the rose will go up the nose
as if the razor couldn’t cut or the rose had no smell, but your nose was dripping and a tissue was not in reach of the umbrella that
yellow flashing white laying brown reaching gray creeping blue floating
making one gear smaller to slow the time can make it holler will the other hear the sound of the dollar
flossing with gold thread as the kitty spills the milk this idea might just work caught in the invisible web glares from the stares
leaves of red and gold come crashing down in disgust that after such a little time of s… and finally –perfecting color the beauty is cast down and trodde…
emotions seared without heart speared like the mixing of the molecules sweat and oil pressing together distance gone with out setting a p…
as i place my hand in yours and we manipulate the dance floor at the museum the people stop
i weave the butterfly hairs into your looks and they look like feathers blowing in the airs with no one to read the book the tongue stopped by time
until now when the understanding is felt while sifting fingers through freshly plowed dirt
reading eyes, bleeding fingers longing for the other to put the salt back in the shaker rearranging the letters to figure the meaning of the words
the skin of the fruit peels the silver wrapper off of the kiss, as i place in your mouth —the melting seeds
the words dancing with the notes as you make the music sing up and down as they go around per-sifted to fill the air
shuffle reshuffle cut . reshuffle picking different cards this time placing a crinkle
