my grounding falls off between my feet
splitting my legs wide. Dull, dust settles
the ocean caps to their own dismay.
Lean forward, the hands connecting to
back, skin and muscle and underlying
bone regarding yesterdays thoughts of
summers past as the trivial anecdote.
I am newly risen against cold words
hanging fresh between my ears.
Contrived in capacitated blank stares.
I'd hold her close in some last ditch
effort to imbibe a contradiction from
those soft lips, supple and wanting.
my right eye has lost it's fervor. an
invalid pirate of thought and disease.
they pull forward up the bridge, slide
down and arrest the angles to my own
dismay. And there I am lost, only an
empty holster to my side sitting amongst
the dust bunnies mercenaries in my
drunken stupor.
splitting my legs wide. Dull, dust settles
the ocean caps to their own dismay.
Lean forward, the hands connecting to
back, skin and muscle and underlying
bone regarding yesterdays thoughts of
summers past as the trivial anecdote.
I am newly risen against cold words
hanging fresh between my ears.
Contrived in capacitated blank stares.
I'd hold her close in some last ditch
effort to imbibe a contradiction from
those soft lips, supple and wanting.
my right eye has lost it's fervor. an
invalid pirate of thought and disease.
they pull forward up the bridge, slide
down and arrest the angles to my own
dismay. And there I am lost, only an
empty holster to my side sitting amongst
the dust bunnies mercenaries in my
drunken stupor.
By the way, mr. " I make and I sell soap", did you happen to catch palahniuk when he came to Athens to speak?
how "guts" is based on a true story. Made me feel a little bit queezey. Just a little bit.