Thursday, March 5, 2009


in the soundscapes you create
I connect
more than I can with my own thoughts,
and it's more than an inner ear puppy love
more than a shocked shiver.
more than the pumping blood,
dancing opalescent inside me.
shearing inhalants, the wind howls,
a deep breath pressing
weak trees fall eaten by stomach acid,
pins of fir making evergreen homes for knighted bacteria.

I have a ticket for you to scrape the marrow from inside my bones.

I have a date to send shooting flares,
up and down the blood alive beat.


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