awakening #2

mind claw finds purchase in the love mud

 

trapped behind a bloodshot promise to be cordial

 

complaints locked in

every appliance in my head on high

clutter and clatter

great recipe for a fire

(perhaps I’ll burn down/perhaps I’ll burn up)

 

want to watch me burn?

want to feel me dissolve on your tongue?

want to understand the shadow fiend

who wriggles beneath this placid milk surface?

 

want to share a cigarette with me out on the porch?

Reviews

[Kenneth The Poet]

I'll bring the booze.

[Emily B]

i don't smoke

but porch sittin is pretty much an olympic event round these parts, pass the sweet tea