A work of progress. Title: Pending
A tender gentleness that can move with the urgency of a crisis.
I chase inspirations like foxes chase scents in rutting season.
A perfect copulation is an aphorism well formed.
Like a child awakening in the mind of infinity I feel reassured by the fertility of my seed./
/I feel overwhelmed by the reassurance of my need.
/I feel a trace of regret that cannot bleed.
/I feel a little woozy when you come inside of me.
/I taste flowers of dew drops instead of tears.
/I take a few flowers like a few years.
/I flew paper planes in the influenza cold rains.
/can you feel the longing for addictions not yet formed?
/I see as ice is cold a brilliant light of unchanging possibility.
/A long line of giggling nuns insert their punch cards inside the crucifix for punctual pleasures. A joke fit for a king.