****** of Beccas *****.
My ***** mix the moistures together to make. The mixture of cocktion
Of a mist
Of dank un integrity
Crapping on the fall of shat marriage

As we bask in the dance of *****
Falling down the legs of the most beautiful of beatnik
Without knowing
It

How I've forgotten my divisions

Of the words.
I used to care of those things

Now though I am listening to howl and not in the writing criteria for my writing

I
Usually have the things I need
Now I will have a small baby head
Who knows not **** from suckle
From honey from agave
From desert

How I miss ***** in how drunk I froth in the night dry and the calm she can never know in my head how I wish to be her and for her to be me
How I wish to be one as the howl of two larynx in a bird body
Come thy voice.

Calm child soothe

by Sara L Russell
(For the casualties of Manchester Kennels, 12/9/14, 21:05)

Old trusty Bob, sure-footed in the lead,
Truffles and Sandy bringing up the rear;
And all the others, with no faith or creed,
Yet representing all that's loved and dear.

They run along the path to Paradise
To where no faithful hound need ever die;
A playful eagerness lights up their eyes,
As clouds and gliding seraphim go by.

Garlands of stars and quasars light the way
The scent of incense lifts their spirits high
Nobody shouts commands to sit or stay;
Freedom is calling from beyond the sky.

Saint Peter tells each one "Rest easy, friend;
Your earthy suffering is at an end."

Missing you is
A soft breeze,
Sliding and shifting around,
Quietly Trying to find
It's place in the world.

Missing you is
The dark, gray cloud
Floating In the sky,
Desperately Holding in
All the rain drops.

Missing you is
The bright gleaming sun
Disappearing From the sky,
All sense of warmth
Replaced by a shiver.

Missing you is
The best piece of me,
Saddened and aching,
Needing you.
Missing you.

This home is full of people
But it feels so empty
The wind outside
Sounds like waves
Keeping me sane
While I wait for my Peace to return

Missing you is the hardest thing
I've ever had to do
And I'm so tired of pretending I'm okay when I'll never be okay again

All love is lost,
But not forgotten,
Wasn't wrong,
But it never felt right,
But here I am
Missing you tonight

I can feel you.
The absence of you.
I feel that hole you left.