Him and me, skipping, oblation to oblation. R & R

Treat a body like a body. Body, the butter in the treat. R & R

A pause, to scrape the dirt out from inside.

Darling, I am always new, I walk with new feet and listen through a gleaming sieve. I want your sweet expressions Before I close the lid and spoil.

Simon swallowing rockets, following visions, Melting his coins into cisterns of nonsense.

I am waiting where catharsis meets mind. R&R

R & R

I confess abstractly That I don't believe in life.

Glancing at the cars, they unfold inside your wake. R&R.

Another grenade-like hope exploded. R&R

For that I was cast in the Role of the audience; I bottled my breath and polished my eyes while he, then with unclean grace, he unlocked his ribs and--R&R

And that united, us four, we became the consummation of incompletion, forever, how nice. R&R

An Ars Poetica. R&R.

And so it came to pass that I, the imposter, began to speak in heavy words reminiscent of those winking beetle-black stones. R&R!

When I was young I believed he could have drunk that river in one tremendous gulp. BTW, Do not be intimidated by the length, I wrote a long A/N at the end. Give it a chance! Review!

See the way their eyes engorge on light.