Saturday, April 23, 2011

re: 2.1.2011

(21/3o)

step outside with me and tobacco stain the rocky mountians of your teeth.
spit the nicotine out of my mouth
i told myself i was going to quit but the holidays get me everytime.

make a raft out of hallow dreams and wishes that died from green house gases before they left sight of our planet.

maybe our aim was off- cast upon former super nova black holes. posing for stars like centerfolds.

make the raft and push it off in the sea of the current of the moment.

kick with me at the rusted sleet in the corner of the sleeping giants eye

drown if you must.

pause if you can.

it's april out there and everywhere.
and the air is whimsical.

falling snow refreshes hydration for your prose.
and these days above freezing just melt the frozen tears that felt comfortable sleeping in the gutter.

to the left of your zippo..

it's four hours until closing time. pocket that tint like a monocle.

floating around like the moon

remote lost. flip cushions.

neon signs back drop fogged up windows.

check your pockets .find a pocket watch

strangers we thought wanted to shake our hands 


only reaching for their wallets. wear your shot glass like a......

 giant laughing  in her sleep.

like a sailor cussing  on shore leave
over you if the fitting....

dog tags
pet like rosarys.

like a soldier praying  in a fox hole.









"we're not the bouncers, man."
everybody's got something to prove.


















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