Sometimes a man gets carried away, when he feels like he should be having his fun

ps. the picture is mine took on a poundland disposable. win.

& knowing, the veins of leaves. So i sit,  suppose, touching your branches. S-s-stutters,
the dissection of your heart, is knowing

how your mother loves the sea swallowing you. & pretending, pretending
not to finger the heart. It's always knowing

sitting, suppose, touching someone else as a slab of meat. Pull you by your legs, a piece of meat on my bed, something i am always knowing.

Author's Note

So i am listening to a great Elliott smith mix and it contains, of course, mr smith, cat power, jeff buckley, smog and lisa germano. so i take my revision book and write over 30 notes which i shall go stick up. i miss john, hes my purging system and when hes not around, i either rant like this in random places/people or i send it to him via text. poor guy hehe

Reviews

[Legion]

It is a strange delicacy. Great imagery.

[Collect-Eye]

IDK if I'm more in love w/ the poem or the author's note.
I sort of pseudo-plagiarized the middle part/ending and worked it into my newest piece BTW. [which, as you know, is, as of this moment, not yet posted]
There's an inter-relation-slash-progression between the concept of certainty and the flow of the syllables..God, it's really hard to explain, cause when I write, myself, there's subtle elements I'm not even as aware of as I'd like to be...
It's been an avalanche of notes this evening...overload..having..trouble..expressing..myself...concisely..........