wish that i knew sometimes
what's really on yr mind
the geography of yr thoughts
a map of mud and orgasms
of teeth so sharp and to be held
can you feel my scrambled organs
in yr sound sleep oh
truth stumbles through
the warehouse of illusions
indebtedness because hardly able
no one can read this it's secret
i can't even describe some primitive
merrily down the sea merrily merrily
merrily down the fault merrily merrily
row row row yr boat let's roll
a matchstricken midnight magical again
surfaces here and there peeping tom
poor the nudity i've never licked

-- 7/26/07, IL