A ******* call so I could pay along time.
Exuses excuses no **** no dice.
She hates the pictures of tools and guns.
Why will we fight?  Its knives and points sharpen.  A game with red and green, mixed ***** on ice.
We once warmed tubs and showers to slide hands in downward drips.  To clear smooth flesh and wash,  our oily pours against heated streams that softened the lilly spheres .  yes! And  Yes! Oh my god yes so yes and  true the frog will hop before he floats his pearld chest above the egging geisers.   before he stays he screws and hops around.  Until he sees the water and its steam.

Hey man
I know why
You fought me

She said
She said
she said

Its getting icy

Our bodies crumble like thawing  berries

The seductive ghost at the wheel of my fire bursting finger tips still an  old silvery soul ricketing the shutters delicatly.  your lauph bursting across our living room like tiny bubbles, little birds flapping their pink feet above  magnolias.  What a whisp of beauty it is to still know how much we care for eachother.

The carpet was red, sloppy joe red.
Not like ****** noses or baseball blister red.
But reder then the lava from vesiveus and
Reder then two out of three pigs crying wolf.  Redder then Mr kansees face durring ralphs ****** question in *** ed.  Reder then four square.  But not as red as the moment we hugged our kids and told them we had to leave.

I am stealing but I realease
All  silence in your cries

The loundness with out voice
mans a womens and his transgendered child

Our bonfire is a flooded river!

We tried to quit
and paid dearly
for free love.

Lived under the sea with our lungs
died to live and woke to sleep
away towards the outward inward reversal.  

Until we realized you and I came together in the middle. We parted and fused our metal.  Made islands come together easier then a boat ride.

On the ferris wheel of hookey we
slow-cosbied
Drinking the canadian whiskey
Of hockey.  
The state fair below spun like a lit
dizzy dradle.  
Years later i found you at AA checked
Into shick shadle.

The dial clocks in at smooth jazz
And out the window californias
a smudge of wild finger paintings.