the tub littered with stars
rivaling revalations
I can't write fast enough.

cinnamon steeped utterances filtering into the hall

I admit that I'm always putting the most thought and sincerity
into my conversations
with the universe.



really:

I'm here talking to myself

a thought drifts by...

I should be worried.






right?




I catch that thought
tuck it away, quick.

because to be honest,
just between you and me:







this is the most sane I've ever felt.

one day we lock eyes.
the next it's backs turned
pretending that her lines
mean nothing to me

painting rooves of the houses
dreading wet feet
and there are stormclouds


(scrawled on a toshi's takeout menu.)

mew.

fumblin' bleary-eyed
onto tile floor

he glances over

noticing his dusty forehead
I absently inquire
as to where he's been.

no response.

I'm careful to kiss
below the crown
he doesn't mind my deviation
from routine
we proceed
with the formal clanking of skulls

goodmorning
my tissue paper wrangling
pin pilferer.
dearest cardboard snugglin'
familiar.

tangible
saltsprinkled aura
puddin' conglomeration
mallaeble reiiteration
peppery stimulation

plucking at mindstrings
pulled taut.

we can muster the time
to drift
along dusty roads
like nomad sea cucumbers
on a indefinite mission
for the ultimate
orchard fresh honeycrisp

wreak a little havoc
rotate unsuspecting roadsigns
induce adventure
this way to awesome
be assured
scootin' down chassey rattling
undertravelled possibilities

let's romp
leaving a dainty trail of sunflower hulls
a glorious future of cherry treed ditches!
jeweltoned tasties
roadside delight!







s'prolly still needs tweaking.