river bed trichster. laughing at lila's bench at walnut hill.. for warmth and wisdom and prosperity. let this knot slide over and under my tongue-- the stiff cushy texture collapsing under my molars...
chicken fried gravy overflowing through the crackle puffs of giant sounds...i have wandered for a while and found a place to stand tall but something came from behind and pushed me against the giant oak and i almost fell. there are no double dips. no second helpings here. somehow i look behind and i can barely notice the shadows popping out...hiding there to remind me of luck and chances...take two and call me in the morning..take three and chide me softly under lover's hushed breath....take five and well...good luck. the peeling of the apple of your spirit was at such a rapid rate i couldn't take my eyes and ears away and it took me a moment to register it all...can i stomach it all in one highly concentrated fuck fest of an evening? i know what you are thinking.. I am here with the shadow enemy flutterer. lunacy caulks my heart. measures it in paper mache and twine...and a silly silly impulse. sample me some saplings and overtake me with a force i knew before. i may not be able to be with you but it doesn't mean i don't hear your voice and think of you every moment i see a garden.....i saw those blooms and an overwhelming feeling of what i wanted threatened to take me there at once-- but i swallowed hard and ran upstairs to take solace in the everyday...and all it's unhappenings.