Category: AKA

living for the shake of my maw, or maybe thats what the maw would like to think.

drivin still, through eyes – their redness, their wheezing fade into the background, imagination perks up, sitting up, eyes transferred into spine and I can become antsy for the spinning (and an I does)

fashioning myself ready to receive my lovers again in a quiet way \ not the passing bedmates, the Lovers far, who call out to me, not grab and reach, but sing somewhere and in just the right way that my atoms and whatever else vibrate humbly to receive, as they have done, as they do—(do they too vibrate from the tremor of a future kiss, or a world-stopping embrace?)

reflections not met
mutually as we wanton wander the world
making footy prints in the wind, 

each of different cut
(Relax) 

Take from the pot
give back to the pot 

Give from the pit of ones gut
The giving is the living made of us 

How revolting to take and let die

There is animal
and there is ‘christ’

as there is matter,
and there is energy