May 23, 2007

To G

(a gift to him.....)

I love you

with wings full of holes

folding over eyes like picture shows

expressive film stills-


you're explosive

the piper-like strut breaching anonymoty

name tag produced:


Life's piquant flow of crimson energy

you pool in your own wake

and are it...

trying to die, no less

(your resume tattles)


the antidote, your savior

hasn't it always been that way...

sweet sleeper

your pulse is deafening even at rest

I love you

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