Friday 1/26/2007 12:56:00 AM

Should I look for patterns in the sheets surely there are instances to be found. Coincidence on its tiptoes. Loose crowns lost from their princes. Gardens harvesting their people.

Three-legged mini skirts. And fists of breasts. Easy as stepping on nails.

Lighted lampposts at the fronts of empty houses. Tense corsets of yellow windows holding their breath. To sneak into. Costume that don't fit.

Trick or treat is anyone's guess.

RuKsaK said...

back after a spell travelling. good to see your lines are not slipping - 'Three-legged mini skirts. And fists of breasts.' That's mean, but good - makes me recall Williams Burroughs somehow

alcoholic poet said...

ah, good to have you back.

hmm... when i do sexuality or intimacy, it does tend to come out rather, um, hard.

sex often feels like a an impossible feat. to be felt from within many layers of cement.

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