fish

 

 

Yesterday. when my 123 came out in the

daily lottery and I didn't have a penny on it.

When I laid on the couch, for what seemed like

hours, with a powdered neck like a white bass

waiting to be fried.

 

The door opened and closed and the frou-frou,

frilly ornamentation of your lace front wig

filled the room with algae.

 

I felt better just having you close

enought to touch me, but instead              you

telling me to quit playing.

Reviews

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlande..]

two fine people outside my favorite dollar store were haggling for change..clarence and gale...gale loves pennies; they were sharing and exploring hands...I told her they might be worth more than dollars soon, the pennies, you know...I gave clarence a swig of my hooch..I needed clarity for my trash-picking excursions. I'm just distracting myself from the sheer f*****g potency of this piece with my inane babbling

sometimes I feel like I don't belong eavesdropping on these types of intimate conversations...it's like being blinded in a cathedral by the beauty of an alchemical marriage while feeling the gregorian monk's despair at developing laryngitis

all of a sudden I'm having a hungover, out-of-body-experience looking at my white-grey eyes as I'm laying on the floor of my basement..I'm groaning and my eyes are filled with catatonic terror, and I know the strength to lift myself exists somewhere in the room if I can only be patient and fervent enough to find it

my left shoulder still hurts..IDK if it's from falling, lifting, or doing the reiki

[Tree]

A sublime piece of poetry. A touch of gentle sadness emanating; a soft smile. I am sorry you didn't buy your number. If that were to happen to me I wouldn't leave that couch for days. Great write D, really Felt this piece

DP