i tried sign language, the languag… they call it, the mating call, the… of the pelican to the penguin as t… and you see the light through the… and know that there is hope, waiti…
as it’s moisture fills the cracks… my lips, and i slowly draw my hand from my hips to appeal to it the bliss of the pure essence delivered from such a small burst
as the hearts truth was once told on gray with red letters to match the blood spilt from it’s top, with the cap
the water paints blend as i try to share my oil with you, helping to keep your lamp bright, as the coming comes can i go with you
the twist of the arm the braking of ones bones the ripping of flesh as you tear away the barbed wire the crushing of ribs as you breat…
in times of old it was obscene the character the choice made and history told
as my thoughts turn orange you see and cling to me wanting to do what you use to do and now the physical is gone
pull the towel back out carefully folding it and placing back on the shelf will allow it to grow mold in able to flavor the cheese
keeping us tipping on one toe always over guessing looking through the hole not sure if i have a soul
slipping in the cool as the feet love the feel cozy cradled in the head make it a water bed dreams do come
loud louder loudest loudest yet louder still more
looking down at the smooth stone that i just picked from the creek and as the water evaporates i ponder the meaning of your words gently pecking your cheek
as i place my hand in yours and we manipulate the dance floor at the museum the people stop
sad even the lightning bug has a purpose in a jar but a heart, no place
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