no comments about low self esteem or someone needing help
this is perfectly sane
breathtaking breaking

a mouth full of dirtiness is the hunger of nothing,
limped away so slowly,
you might have caught me on the backslide but you went around instead,
it must be nice to have choices,
I forgot that life long ago in the illusion of something smiling down on me,
sleep has been too long to wait and I am just holding hands like ted and his crew used to do when ever they were bored out of their gourds and looking for someone to trash
i used to know you but know
dont boohoo for the giants who are cast down by the glare of wandering children,
it is all a bucket full of shit in the most serene place,'
whispers are coming to the future and I going to the past for my words just like the con artist that i am
honey is a nice name but ginger was the togethercoloured instant and whispers are louder but silence does not rest and I am going to jerusalem with the same words over and over just like a bad acid trip that can't be avoided look for me on the way there with pilgrimage and the tales on fire,bickering blue lights and christmas shining too,
if i said that she was the pain in my stomach then i would be telling half the truth and she can kiss and i can ache for shutting down the emotions and going back to the hateful philosophy of lizards that never know an idle moment.
leopards that never play but instead work their way forever
(-shadowchild~)
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togethercoloured? Are you a fellow worshipper of cummings, or just a casual reader? ~karma
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A fellow worshipper.I never understood that a good poem should sing before I read Eddie's poems.Too bad that it took eleven years of living before I discovered his work.
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:-)
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shadowchild - check out note at bottom of #10029 when you have a chance
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I'm (just) watching from afar, and that is cute...Just.
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tiptoeing in again--WW