so now i have eaten
all of you tiny
brilliant throats
of my heart!
i have not escaped
my madness either
: together the morning
and night meet —
today the sun and heart
oh so glory!
i forgot humanity
to live within fantasy.
:: 07.21.2020 ::
and i say the gator can snap
yes ma’am that’s what i’m saying
today the sun can burn it all
yes’um burn all of this ragged man
cause when the moon shows up
i’ll be three sheets to the wind
that’s a prayer for all of you
so bring over your long legs
so i can survive little girl
so bring over that halo a bit tarnished
all i’m saying is you stole my soul
and with my pink cadillac
you drove me outta
my poor soul little woman
:: 08-30-2015 ::
Today it was the, “short-sharp” pains
of a 5th Avenue-dressed-like soul catcher
that teased my spirit to life. Tomorrow
I believe the Southern attire with bare teeth;
a Mississippi-mud soul variety who will greet
me. The crickets have clamped their thorax-
heart and swamp frogs bellied up in boiling
bayou of THAT ONE. There’s still Southern
Comfort!
:: 03-23-2015 ::
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