you would sleep with me,
if i jangled car keys off a lanyard, outta my levis
or ran all hundred yards.
broke the outside ties,
osmosis through the window pain
separating our different lives.

be kind with words
chisel me like a weak piece of wood.

my purity is an imitation of death.
falling through your sheets, as a dream drifts
like sails in a westward wind.
spinning out of consciousness
mouth to mouth resuscitation
would feel quite fine about now.
Last edited by freshtunes at Jan 19, 2009,