I can hear you two wrestling in
the other room. she says 'want
some grape-fruit? it heals bruises.'
I think of the hickey, I think of her,
I think of you- - - and I begin to hate
all three of us. I'm as confused as your
lack of regret. I'm as confused as my
sizzling heart, and the key to the lamp
-shade begins to melt away as I think of
you and our repeating cycle. what keeps
running through my head is an old Native
American proverb I once heard in Sid Meier's
Civilization:

"Chase 2 rabbits into a forest, and you can
*expect to lose them both."

Will you wander.......whi/le I
will wander..............shy - I'll
Save you a tree stump, but buy me a limb.
I swear I'm not bleeding, dad,
dismissed on a whim.

"four score and seven years ago" he poached
"Teach me," moaned glamorous I...
iridescent eyed ash-fall that's so fetch.
So fetch? Dumb.

Beauty before age in my mined mind
still digging, a fool's gold "jackpot"
- reeling on a questionably marked
'x' - the spot. Kicked in reality?
Said staunch defender?
Be-bop zue-dot, absolutely not.

Plop that snot - gentle tho,
yet a youth - the tru might round
come to repeat last night's too
too late sun-slide skyset.
If only I could, would I would?
My head-throb, desistant it breaks.

Salt and Honey occupy my time.

M Gordon Meier