difficult sometimes to find the time. difficult to walk. diffi-diffi-dee. for you. for mellowness in autumn. for our health in our autumn. whence was when we went to the window with out-swept hands and sullen candles. whence is the white-checkered skin. whence is whenever i decide to scream toward your touch with my smile or a toothful snap.
snap snap.
tomorrow will find another of our flowered churches. a steeple or a mast above the corner store that sells a comic book collection's stool. we'll wander to our faint and find our friends frisking in our bed. friends! we've found you. leave us to our homelessness. let us curl without your sweat sticking to the inside of the backs of our white shiny teeth.
snap.
like a kite that stalks school children sitting on the sidewalk with black strap leather clap-claps that clap-clap as their feet tap-tap pitter-pat as the kite swells to within them. eeeee. and they scream and their little white laced feet make, so heavy, quickness in slick. swish swish. metal'd heavy. tick tick. soft, golden hair. braided halo.
smiles don't make sounds.
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I am digging the snap snap. Great break in the rhythm. This also provides some wicked imagery.
Hope all is well with you. Glad to see always new pieces.
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