Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Rare

Rare
blood oozing
half baked
sizzla
make me yours
voracious tonite

held back
come for me
cut the paper
or be separate
from peers

hunter can you function
navigate reality
who do you speak
to these days
if not time?

an old white beard
long and dry
the point?

of all these hot days wave
coming is fall
autumn calls
clean your teeth
whisper
wink
sing
scan my heart
all who fear
in mirror alone
cover you
I-me
always till
I'm home

Rare-
beware you in court
next not the one
come
come all
my tongue is harsh
hard fall
meditate
trust a full moon
love the next woman
gives me her heart
until the cows come home
no more
as the raven in back caws
forevermore

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