It pains me a toothache I can't help but tongue I bite down words claw the enamel drill a hole hiss through in a kettle whistle a train whistle smoke and vapor burn and caress sealed lips until my jaw unclenches and I chew and swallow the pulp of my shitty first draft
target, missed opportunity, knocks loud, mouth open, season salt, peter picked, last call, me maybe, you ought, six pack, up skirt, issues bound, determined guilt, trap hounds, hell fire, whole damn, world map, maker mark, place holder, down steam, consciousness lost, boy howdy, partner crime, riddles answered, question everything, except...
You say love as if it should mean something beyond and between these hungry moments we steal from Death's mouth every last morsel rolled 'round tongues sucked savored consumed piping hot searing taste buds leaving us numb to everything but the heat which invariably dissipates
Indian summer first beheld your red-gold crown 'n tiny fists that grasped too soon the lay of broken lands you had no desire to rule or choice but to traverse In spite of your directional disfunctionality you navigated the wastelands came out the other side unscathed to the naked eye
Falling all over yourself to fit in you kept your head down nose in books ducked the troubles that plagued kith and kin found yourself lost in your own