Words can create magic and I want to get lost in them for some part of each day.

August 28, 2012


Love greases
The noisy clanks of Lust
Fills out the rough edges
Smooths the Angularities 
Rankling  for attention
As the fiction of friction's frisson
Chafes against the Reality of fracas
Love Daubs an Ointment
And cools the Heatened 
Rusty mental grooves

Potholes still make you wince
But an Ouch lesser.

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