ohlana
my fireside friend
here to take a drink of my ink
saboteur, chanteuse.
never sleepy,
subliminaly verbose.
when the night cries violets
numbing. you return.
salacious, itching,
phrenentic asylum waiting.

* * *
Projecting this angst
coming down like rain
And I'm steely
And I'm dreary
Flip flopping degenerate
Reaching back

* * *
bass line
everyone
around you
looking paisley roses
in the faces
toss out the mulvanes;
those choking vines
soft and silky; my hand remains
lasher lasher faster
than
coming down
a beech nut sparrow.
lengthening the day;
lyre smoke fills my luster.

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Last Five
treasure - Thursday, Sept. 06, 2006
need - Sunday, May. 22, 2005
where is here - Friday, May. 13, 2005
save me. - Monday, May. 09, 2005
nonsense - Sunday, May. 01, 2005

ALL