wet, wet,wet every verb that springs from me glistening with rain,memory, songs unraveled. the streams of desire that gather in puddles along the road are waiting like mirrors begging the sky again and again their surface broken in circles over and over begging for one person with eyes closed softly lips ready only to say yes to everything.

my first pet was a wayward squirrel "SAMMY": he loved the yard in the late fall, scattered the leaves like an offering to an oracle of the woods. Dad roasted him gently, a pan of oil, rosemary, and almonds. garnished with a small slice of lemon, a dash of white pepper. I still remember the sweet taste of his flesh on Christmas Eve. My first dog ran away: disappeared into the night with not a howl nor a moan: desiring a world of lions like most men; the power of the nose driving him into the c...

my first pet was a wayward squirrel "SAMMY" he loved the yard in the late fall, scattered the leaves like an offering to an oracle of the woods. Dad roasted him gently, a pan of oil, rosemary, and almonds. garnish with a small slice of lemon, a dash of white pepper. I still remember the sweet taste of his flesh on CHristmas Eve. My first dog ran away: disappeared into the night with not a howl nor a moan: desiring a world of lions like most men: the power of the nose driving him into the cold...

my first pet was a wayward squirrel "SAMMY" he love the yard in the late fall, scattered the leaves like an offering to an oracle of the woods. Dad roasted him gently, a pan of oil, rosemary, and almonds. garnish with a small slice of lemon, a dash of white pepper. I still remember the sweet taste of his flesh on CHristmas Eve. My first dog ran away: disappeared into the night with not a howl nor a moan: desiring a world of lions like most men: the power of the nose driving him into the cold ...

While writing a pome Burnt my breakfast, coffee cold Three sweet disasters Empty bottle begs To be filled and drank again last cigarette lit walking in the night past a window of moonlight a glowing hard-on