20101126

BuffaloBill.

Buffalo Bill's

defunct

who used to

ride a watersmooth-silver

stallion

and break onetwothreefourfive 
 
pigeonsjustlikethat

Jesus



he was a handsome man

and what i want to know is

how do you like your blueeyed boy

Mister Death
 
-e.e. cummings 

20101118

Quicktolearn&slowtounderstand.

Light candles like Christmas.
Last year I was licking your words and your palms. 
Cracking soles on the blue suede boots. 
Red & white photographs on your mother's linens. 
Now I'm sitting on the windowsill waiting for you.

20101109

GottabedowncauseIwantitall.

He's got his teeth on her sleeve.
A bank account of pining.
Their hair twists around the pilot's caps.
She plays with words like tinker tots and starts to chisel through.
Soaking skin in oils.
Waiting for snow to fill their time.
And she's just fingering the piggy bank.

She'sanangelforsure.



20101101

Deepseadiver.

A crop top, push up bra and a rosary hanging from her bedside table.
And the only thing she can cross off her to-do list is cleaning her sheets and bootlegging. 
She smokes only two cigarettes because her throat is sore. 
While her best friend sits in her name tagged passenger seat.

Spined.


Will I look better or the same rotting in hell?

Nosugartonight.