Disjointed Babble 101
(Seeing You in a Nutshell)

The difference he sees
between him, him and me
is the line the fine spin
the white grin
the red

teeth

in the unbalanced sky
of a face, all blue
round moon.
The color of kisses left
hanging unspent.
Swelling lips the slobber

spit

slick long tongue;
the sultry snake moan.

Give it more, again:
grey rats gone golden
left swollen swallow down

(where the bones stick thick)

in a throat closed off.
Where the words have forgotten
to come, against teeth--
where spin, the white grin

the lost sin defines 'be'.

AKL Dec 2005