The Charge - 6/6/2006
feeder or feed her, the marvelous
mind reader, carving up labels and
sticking up canvas. a stick up!
give it over! she's won the whole table
her hands are suspicious, red-hot ladles
for all kinds of sticky triumph.
blessed or bless'd head, beautifully
misled, pirching on guilty left turns
in the sky. didn't signal! he cried
make it half of the sky, you can keep
my heart locked in its cave til you sleep.
it wont be better if it's silent.
just nip it, the nic fit, it's all just
a habit, the mystery of loss is enough to
be ill from. find out! find it better!
be a lesson in stride, calm the trenches
where shells fill the old lovers' benches
breathe in all your relief - exhale.
mind reader, carving up labels and
sticking up canvas. a stick up!
give it over! she's won the whole table
her hands are suspicious, red-hot ladles
for all kinds of sticky triumph.
blessed or bless'd head, beautifully
misled, pirching on guilty left turns
in the sky. didn't signal! he cried
make it half of the sky, you can keep
my heart locked in its cave til you sleep.
it wont be better if it's silent.
just nip it, the nic fit, it's all just
a habit, the mystery of loss is enough to
be ill from. find out! find it better!
be a lesson in stride, calm the trenches
where shells fill the old lovers' benches
breathe in all your relief - exhale.