sittin' in my office,

cords draped off the desk from my laptop...

brain oozing pictures of these daze. 

 

*gulp of Coke* 

 

I am in between.

I am squeeze. 

I am forthwith and non essential. 

I am cannibal in search of exotic foods.

 

Forgive my frequency of communication. 

I am in love with an essence

on the other end and am driven by needs i can barely

understand to

communicate

to want to escalate.

 

*gulp of Coke*

 

i am here. 

nowhere else. 

It is the only reason i am here. 

waiting.

for a touch of passion.

Without this I would be elsewhere

gone

into the timbre of a panting automobile

pawing my way across long sleeves of

>>>>>>>>>asphalt

grinning my way across Michigan. 

 

*gulp of Coke*

 

i got no reason to explain this. 

got no excuse. 

don't want no excuse.

only want my necktie nailed down

and crushed between me and it.

 

Only want

to understand this life at close range 

only want to find the flurry in

blue skies and expose the fantasy

live the futility

drive through to the place where i can be

>>>>>>>>>it

 

*gulp of Coke*

 

an ingredient

in da pudding

in da desert of life...in

this

>>>>>>>>>dessert of emotional barbecue...

lips and faces smeared with sweet tangy

>>>>>>>>>sauces...

grinning while animal fatty tissue drips from our

>lips...remember

>>>>>>>>>the cannibal? 

 

*gulp of Coke*

>>>>>>>>> 

>>>>>>>>>okokok

>>>>>>>>>i am reaching to touch you.