did you see the hand-shakin g and
nipple-twisted misgivings?

ok,
fair enuf

me neither

.
we sport shadows and chateaus; the least of which,
road-apples. maybe i just need that vacation…

or, well (shorthand?), i Guess(tm) its nice 2still have a few new experiences left in th’ repertoire; tho’can’t say ’tis the best thing around, to be fair, but itz Fund to report the chicken-feet and green-eyes with open windows and a new summer harness

er, um, sumthin’ (yo)

a pause here
for the
yet, unspoken

i believe in
my
belief

and, as such, must own it.

pass youre name
thru my callousi

past our favorite cast-off;

this former pause is my town house
shared in all embraces and shattered
braces

this time; speaking in clear to
nes & sin ewaves like
dumptrucks[dumbstruck, firetrucks] or ocean(gOLD!!)fronts(Z?).

ours is a timeline[timeless, timberline, ...] temporarily cut back on itself
, let’s lay the ground-work over a hundred yard dash

then

strolllllll [stroller, steamroller]

across the finish line

what’s the wor(l)d this time?
are we the same silent sound as that one song.?

never.

again.

.

.

.

let’s shout from rooftops at pool parties,
let’s get lost in crawl spaces as kittens,
let’s never, but never, tell full truths
to the only donors who deserve it.

andits with the capital ‘em’ </any consonant would be appropriate here>

but we didn’t know what that stood for
so we sat idle
twiddling thumbs
<and why not? let’s also say privates>

spelling short words with double vowels &/or umlauts (sure.)

and in the end;
we knew it was the endd

so here’s how it stands:
things are things
and silence is sometimes silence.
but when its not, tho, my goodness, dear namesake, it’s elsewhere
and otherwise often shrouded in (punctuation)

we split the difference & called on account of the rain (why bother with alarms).

in the interest of peeping toms this is a first, the long
time;scrub.the macho with soapbubbles &flea bites,carry one for good measure.
where plastic flowers are symbols or talking points,
lets let the lead out & the phones ring all in one fell swoop.

who were we to judge?
this new stamina disaster
or we’re too forgiving,
forging a namesake.

(there’s a certain round corner to all of this,
or am i getting my shapes confused again?
my lipstick & memory are all that remain.)

in silence you’ll doubt me
& i will loudly prove you
right.

check-mark next to the name; cross whatever it is off the list of everythings forever.

i’m a quatrain not yet formed on the lips of your mother’s misplaced forgiveness. full of riddles with no response and a siamese evil twin you can’t quite shake off, let’s scream into our dixie-cup telephones likes saints and strangers once more.

how many empty glasses carry yr name; crumpled napkins, our story. alas, the dot dot dot futures teeter forward and back . . .
; count the passing holidays on our unclasped hands

the hills we buried ourselves under

ye.s i’d rather let my toes wiggle
and poke out dark covers stop period/.
this isn’t another blankety blank blank(et)
ive (un)made my bed of breath-taking;

and misforgo tt en Me rr iment.Kan’t the
spellbound spent desire set our letdown grief afire?
or, who’s the name-calling naturalist this time around?

whitewash all things
with a splintered rhyme scheme

im my favorite basement stashed wishbone warrior narrative
speaking in tongues and written words
we scream ourselves to death, in nautical terms
and always puke over the wrong side of the boat

we’ve got abt seventeen wishes we’d like to have filled

(begin again:)
drumming up rooftops
strangled shorthand messages and malice
seemingly softmore: these parking meter metrics
yr a big apple afterthought
im my laundry long list of melodies and mistakes
can’t you stand motionless? magic 8-ball & all.

speaking of lipgloss & stereotypes, this
horrorshow of habits & halos aint quite so quiet
so lets wheel out the old scapegoat & a fresh coat of paint

faint forever feigned the same