Sunday, February 17, 2013

reachreach a 
littlemore a 

closetoyou, closeto me

close toyou

enough tobe

Thursday, February 14, 2013

honey, maybe
I don't know what it's like.

maybe I haven't a clue as to what
you chew and what poison you've
experienced or what

your fragile mind has
been through to make it so
'uneven' as you say.

but I know what something is like.
I know what I am like and I know what
I perceive of you and what I perceive of everything
and I know that I've had a bad meal in between all
of it, in between the everything that
I do

I know something.
I have something, I am

you know.
the impression of everything
finally fit into the impression left by the first (as it always does) but

it was only the shallow end, and wonder goes
deeper, at least to the 6ft that goes over my head
(as it always does) and now

I am chopped into several different 
pieces like the syllables in a word -- you've gotta

you've gotta get me out
of the brain to the tongue to your
lips and teeth -- so sweet! the satisfying end to 

isn't it?