clouds or caramel or rain
Where will I go with such thin wrists? Often
I watch snails crawl through bogs. I'm unable
to find such narrow roads, compass. Drunken
in the devastated paddies, scornful
of dried beans and mulberry. Silly bean!
You do not taste of clouds or caramel
or rain. I'm drunk on rain. Salt, milk between
my teeth. O love, be my road, my little
dirt trail. I want to feel you everywhere
I go. In my mouth, on my skin, about
my feet. Like gross dust, do not rise above
me. Do not leave my behind. It's unfair
I am lost. Where am I going without
your well-worn path? without your tipsy love?
June 20th, 2007 at 8:27 pm
Ello, Mr. Chartkoff. Bitchin’ new video setup. I really like it. Discovering new widgets is always much fun.
Just letting you know that my site will begin rolling again over the next few days. Got most of my away hits from your site. Thanks for the hook-up.
May all be well with you.
June 22nd, 2007 at 3:46 pm
“I’m drunk on rain”
LUV IT,
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