One Such is life there are places to go streets to avoid the latter teeming a blood and guts scenario who are we wonder these denizens forest under Two Writing turns my toes green i wiggle my brain moss grows and no one knows a leaning toward the bends controversial intentionally misspoken perhaps no one will notice another worm tripping Three Having torn the ends out of my socks wear them on elbows instead ride this river tube painless each curve an adventure smile... symmetry is the woman love is her rapid desire a wing under water Four Does the way home find you know your face charmed by wisdom the crooning of crones the boy ran off with gypsies nah there was a girl worth every pound as bait Five A life spent gnawing bones growling the occasional song having never heard the call to retreat youth spent in senseless engagement a perilous journey at best chances are odds on chances aren't the ring golden dissolves Six She wanted to be a poster Child March of Dimes or some thing less a courageous miracle survivor she knew she had it in her the disease power to overcome like Anne Frank Child Diarist ah life... ended up on a milk carton Seven Do faces in the news have lesser dreams are they diluted by ink who will teach them to die whose soul faded face i threw the paper in the trash with utter disdain Eight His cow pinned him to the wall he gasped and like a huge snake she stole his breath of space her bounty of milk lay in a puddle around his feet his ears heard last the bell round her neck... she shook her head Nine In some pastures alfalfa sweet scent of first love and the death of reason weight of passion flower scent rolling in the haymow old men on car trips roll down the window and dream Ten i am not sure i possess the energy to be bad but for you sweet lady i will try In the name of sanity why she cries would you call a wolf to your bed deny the gentleman entertain a monster Eleven She is hiding under the bed doesn't have the courage to slay him but will in the end a series of tiny viscous bites in the manner of all sticks will he be whittled down by the knife of her charms Twelve These edge of teeth and time hard bitten grinding shriek a metal wound we do tend to talk big and suffer low make way for travelers simply hold our ground Thirteen Last night and a pillow down but how could we know a realm of darker angels might appear and hold us blest stretch us into a single skin drawn tight as night and then tender us to the dawn Fourteen Watching her wash me completely off herself even her teeth so easy to smile we are each only a part hopelessly adrift and slipping into darkness Fifteen Love most times seems defined decided by defeat a definite predisposition toward magick and madness no line of sight established it is warts on the ass of wisdom and pretty good stuff at that Sixteen Excuse my simplistic device that we may feel explore spaces at once sacrosanct wounds between lovers unknown give thanks for touches deeper much than touch can be only before strangers found Seventeen Seeking then flesh indigo a blue ring penumbra shadow of the darkest hole a meeting of fingertips hallow flirtation of wind whose kisses reach depths best (though not we choose) left alone Eighteen What price would pay the poet a fair pound bounty of muse no coin of realm exists to calm such hearts yet a slim ankle poised precise arch of foot come claim and own him of moment Nineteen Trouble with politicians when their women demand new shoes they are apt to ask what color choose a nation a people name them enemy steal their skin walk first on then in them to hell with penny loafers Twenty With a toss of the bones she begins her song body swaying head nodding this is not how she saw it the dust mantle of her life so far away inside singing over the dead Twenty-one i have a problem with spiritual advisors preachers gurus and love postmen statistics and genital intelligence aside God is not in their pocket She is pondering infinite possibility the quantum inclusive energies of horseflies and such human sexuality bores Her