once you have eliminated the impossible…
it is a different sort of thing
a written word
a slender sting
the letterforms that
dangle
underneath
each scrawling line
a residue
of something sweet
impression
more than memory
the dance that’s danced
regardless
that the band played
out of time
the learning of
a lightened step
more than an
enlightenment
in shouts
or else
in whispered breath
a flutter at
the name of Death
it’s not that Angel
who is mentioned,
dear
we write of all
that’s left
If I Ever Get Around To Living
35,000 feet in the air
above everyday life,
leaving all my troubles and worries
Oh, I am leaving everything behind.

Love Is A Verb
Love me
without reason,
cause
or
fault.
Show me
breathe it
live it
you don’t have to say it
when your actions speak it.
At Throats With Quill Tips
Stop writing, please, stop writing,
stop stealing my words;
I tried telling you sweetly, but
my voiced trilled, unheard.Please, dear, put the pen down,
you’re wasting my blood,
my lips will turn blue, again,
body trashed by the mud.Darling, sweet darling,
you’re killing my verse;
I used to write epics but
now my stanzas are terse,and you did it, you did it!
You’re a murderer, black,
stealing words from tongue
at night, but never saying them
back.
REPOST! REPOST! REPOST
HEY!
One of you awesome followers posted a receipe of how to make an avocado, tomato, and cheese sandwich. I know there is more to the recipe than these three ingredients, it would be a big help to me if you can either repost or send me a link to the post itself. I thought I liked it, but apparently I didn’t.
Thanks (o:

