I wish our wistful kisses guess the time it took to cook my meal. In half an eggtimer, Tuesday at 2 I bake my bread precisely, in a way that one would relay to me each night when i tucked my pillow round my ears, (to keep the cochroaches out) Mmm, sly dreams swizzle round my head as i slip down into illogical moon pools.... wish kisses gave a slight.. JOLT OF ANATOMY!!! ..which weirdo that kept the paces racing, the heartened bloodstream thicker than the quick fox streaming eyes of sickness in your face it's only 3 you silly fool what sort of corridoor is this vein? The footprints on the windowsill JUMP OFF JUMP OFF! guiltridden lurching stomach only surging: thorward backwoah'd/ /ghastly firecrackers biting air and dark dark dark. shadow seeping nearer ever creeping in the deep of glad glands, they sit waiting: the puppet clown in a wheelchair, bursting waiting waiting cackling to screech unexpected surprise, no prize gained by the fearful retch in my throat smoothest jerk that pops behind every whispered corner haunting me like.. like.. like wobbling buildings when i'm at the top like spaghetti that turned into worms like the day i hugged my pet dog and it ripped out my throat.
Rock on that is kind of confusing, but I think its only because I don't know the feelings behind it. Other wise it is pretty sweet. Feral
This was a good read, a kind of, "Off the top of your head" feel to it, though I know it ment alot more to you then any one who has and will read it, poems are like short books to me, I must give faces to the characters, I must feel the temp., the story is all yours, the out come of it, as I have read it, that!, that is mine...... Thank you for your thoughts, and sharing it with us. Devon Knight ~
