chancerox

      for your very bones i am hungry -  ravenous.  

  you, into my bones dug marrow with a spade. my house, filled with cats & combs; only breathless air can fade. the points of his nails raging against her patchwork quilt, ripped off the ends of my cattails and my celosia began to wilt. there are many wicked things and the spade is most impartial. swords and daggers will slay kings but the spade buries the marshall.

BREAD I. I am a jealous Go(rfice)d. II. From my nails & brimstone the Berlin Wall arose. BEEF III. Terror runs down my throat like flower petals in cakes. IV. You are like washing your hands before sticking them     down your throat - false health. CHEESE V. I always have to explain Jacob's ladder to you. VI. Then you slip on my lungs. BREAD VII. Shiver up chain link fences with me, if you're beautiful. VIII. My stars can't align.

 today, we soaked in summertime kisses like gingerale -- sharp and wonderful stitches hastily sewn over and over littered our sunburned stomachs as we caught smiles on the murky breeze i wish that there was no end to this florescent heart haze and that when we danced, the air would caress our shoulders like father's hands and king's cloaks.

i’ve really enjoyed exploring the extent elmer’s glue, even though it’s dried in between my fingers; it makes me feel like i still have scars to finger. me and my grandmother (ma grandmere et moi), we plastered it onto our varicose veins and inside the cracks of our bone stone walls  as she lights another cigarette,     as another smoke vein wafts toward my heart (déplace-t-elle ton coeur?) beaten down, beaten down, fall down stairs  as the third one creaks     as the fifth one gives i forget how to breath (mais c’est à peine été!) Edie and I cut her rosery quite well in fact, ev

we sank under the silence of the moon glistened like idle hands grazing the ice i think it was a sunday afternoon when just your breath and bones seemed to suffice. lacy lily pads laughed at our dirty feet and caustic moss mulled over the boat's planks your bones filled my heart with their listless grief we hung heartstring melodies on the banks. i kissed your whispers, those crystal rock doves you leaked into stories of last night's love.

i don't know how you count your blessings but i count hoofbeats tail twitches and rib-shaking brays from inside a white picket fence. 1, 2, 3, 4 grab mane and make sure to bend and turn your head and not your body and keep your heels down (toes up) you don't know how hard i work to make it look this goddam easy. please, yank your hoof away from me then bruise my side as i tighten your girth. inhale and exhale fingering your way through peppermints hay fever is better than any crack i've ever tried rotton carrot tack trunks and two-cent ribbons cost more than that handbag. (who's? mine? yes.) but after aching thighs and burning