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.

12.15.2005

smoking is sex

in the car
lips
half
blistered
chapped
the sun
a smile
the heat
is no bother
anymore

a charmed snake
dancing
across
the highway
lengthwise
a nightly regression

do it in
the mornings
body
still dreaming
who dares speak
mouths foul with sleep
phantom movements

bury
mouth
in sex
the sent
might cover
up the foulness

then
fall asleep dreaming
puffs of cloud
could
take anyone
away

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