billyfivecrows

"...thing is...you don't have to give a shit..."

Several stomping melodies make one beauty.

(The man judging stunts wont believe it.

I lie in the grip of nipple or the steam of hound. Stem

In several pieces. Jigsaw Osiris. Still, the circus comes:

Rubber and ice; decoy egg; garden hidden under split

Space. Bikini like a granite scarf. There's a lake

Burning on a mountain. Any mountain. There's a rabbit

In swollen jaw, that's the swelling. Thumping

Fast, history whistles, walking past. There's a crevice

In the art of law; thistle grows in solar wind. There's

A blindside to every action. Retraction. Comment

Denied. A young woman)

Blends at bending, smoothly

Becoming

Shy...