My current trend in writing is to treat it like bits of code. Debugging as time goes on (fixing spelling/grammarish issues).

Most of these poems will rest the way they are written, but given time and interest many will see a patches or 2 before it is over.

8.08.2005

if it weren't for you...

there would be a hunt
each night
celluloid flickers
aren't quite fleshy enough
my hind legs crawling across the city
dance floor to drinks
dripping, smiling
lips corner turned
drips with drool
pools into curls
eddies into glances
over the moon jumps a handshake

hint,
it's not your smile
in either orientation
no,
something more
for your a girl gone overboard
caught by the under toe
of a red rip tide

legs pass over fishnet
caught up in history of fish wives
recycled fashion hit
hips round hooked at first sight
under-wire nightmares
clasps caught tight
under umbra breath
we breath
one lungs to one heart
pound upon pounding

caught in the rinse cycle
we wish for more
walking down the aisle
your upon my moonless night
awash at last
clean faced
and eager

our days open up
like smiles cracking
lips pursed
a hint of oil and spif
one more slap
and it will all topple over

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