got that space between
where the words dance
have not visited her
in a while
but the indent's still there
in the foam where she
laid
before

testee

tersttee
esteet
eesste
onetootree
est
esp

testy treat
testy
meet
meat
cooked
cracked
crocked
testtesttest
eeeeeeee

o
i

u
too

accepting september

the right side rib of the ribcage
was where the voodoo entertained
she felt the entry at the cusp of nightpull
bones away from past lives
spacing mortal

ah she said
you've come

she let him in
pulled his hair into a tailshrug
night was a warm one
the path would be
an easy one now

he'd taken
what he wanted
and dark didn't hurt
just coated
the separation
skin shed
molten fall wind
where the orange responder
pushed the tattooed paw 

while the youth left the building
without a whisper

not a word

ate enough peaches today to grow taller

eternal z?

hey z, i read in the sunshine news that you had been born into the eternal life. is this true?

the outside

she had a remarkably compact emotional range
and an orange cat
he had a breakfast personality
and never turned
on a dime
away
the corner
the other cheek
back old man
a trick
and ran
oh yes he did he did he did
he turned and ran

but she still had a glove box 
where she kept the crumple tissue
and mapped out rivulet gully puddle wash

clean
slate
rain
date
reign
date

get
out

get
out

man and beast poet

landmine bemine won't you
who was that?
the kitchen dialogue
the dark hair below
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azzzzzzzzz lopppppr

-said the cat

land mine

still looking for meaning
bared soul = bored soul

бе ми
be mine
B my land
бэ  mi

I Tourist

.
tourIst in a warZone
two wrist in a calzone

dead penny day sadness

zozUUUUU
zoooooooom
zOtl

the once yearly blue-green peasoup hello

 hello
uh
 hello
uh
 hello
uh
uh
sabretoothing much these days?

interesting how the unpossible becomes the undoing
the crack in the cake
the icing in the maggot

i was the working title

who did you think i was?
please protect my hands you begged
take the cover and smash it into the brick
hush
there's a world i can't be party to
dark marbled pounds of black and white
eighty eight, i believe
don't trust my forehead but trust my snakeskin eyes
i cave
you cave
he caves and she caves too
we all cave cardboard living
and box the misty moot points about the wife


move on
move in
pick the dust off the album cover and croon the old tunes

alternate eyeteeth

cusps and bifocals

sap

stability

i was off doing stuff and being really normal in the last few years. was remarkable in its dullness. not that i wish misery on anyone but there are brief moments of creative angst that get art done that i missed. how's that for fucked up.
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mmm...holidays
no. wait wait wait...scooters

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

looking for one wee z0t ill
where might you be sha doo be
home? soon
the rooves look pretty in a european way

morris code

the wildness comes in dottydash waves

hits the door
seeps through the keyhole
looks about
waits
then leaves to get a cup of tea at the station

because out is the only way out

.

i am back

she had forgotten her fingerprints
while selling her soul to corn niblets