11 October 2009
educated prime producer, take hold of me and please don’t squeeze
lips chapped from slow dancing and biting.
the foresntics of the evening are not back from the lab yet, but shall we just assume?
waltzing pillow-huggers, pillow-shaggers all, everyone.
look me in the eye and tell me any bay in a storm. any sheltering, doona-burrow in the thrashing toothing gale outside.
i’m made for it after all. more attention and affection, more calculation and organism going on outside my skin than in. Thinks: the digestive system is actually open to the world. that would explain the eating, digesting, and occational excretion of people by people. but at least we all have the possibility to nurish and CONSTITUTE our fellows.
EXTREMELY aware of the size of this giant mastication. more stomach than anything else. flying in the face of antacids.
string together a could of words; “let’s get married”. why can’t we all adventure together? what the heck is this one doing? some kind of pirate policeman? some kind of philosopher-king pizza deliveryman.
I’ll be your pizza highwayman.