Saturday, May 26, 2007

empty wild

café though the night is long
and a long weekend so
ready to be here & then you
did a fucked up wheelie, I
damn your help then will call
empty wild empty bottle

well or now & then touching me
empty polyp feel a feel
of empty bottle

you are so clean
in the harbor empty bottle
climbing tulip

don't when shocking or
throw the act farther
then brouhaha aha aha

or even a heart beat and
there was a sad man who
talked about it

your phobia your faux pas
and where we're being
led to, is it into your
own kind of grafitti, over
full and flippant over
time//colloquial ways lacey
in the rain of summer