so taken
with sounds
of whistling
and muffled steps
could walk
in circles
discovering
new sights at every turn
so lost
in time
and thought
let me linger
hungry loons
so close to that other side
please don’t go
and leave me here
dampness only works
when we share heat
and banter
a taste of you
has only made me
more hungry
there’s so much
I forgot
I know I’m not a dayglo kitten
itchy to strip away
all I can reach
I’d be raw
dousing rage
doesn’t work well
naked
but to feel unfiltered breezes
would be worth the burn
you’re not an answering loon
cool ripples moved
across carefully designed
cesspools
you know how delicious
it feels to savor muck
with me
we’re immeasurably right
touching skin and hair
and teeth
let’s answer hunger by moonlight
I’ve been plucked and laid
across a world of
saccharine beauty
and cool intellect
my feet don’t touch
the ground here
I miss the pretense
of a better tomorrow
and castles of music
there’s no guarding the heart
when the mind’s at play
moon swallow
this will be the third moon I’ve swallowed
mocking the hyacinth
painting in blues
I like how it fills me
trembling and decadent
wrecking and soothes
without telling character or context
trading in sorrows
covering in lime
I like how it dysotopes
stretching cold fires
strangling for time
bird in rain
no variations within
the deviant’s always
askew
nutty and soft inside
craving arms
enfolding
finding arms
akimbo
ire and algae
bubble out of the geyser
won’t somebody see
can they superglue the wing
or is it too cracked
the song’s still lovely
wait a moment
listen
The Word Rummager 