Grandchildren. Have the primadonnas dined

On you yet? Wear them most carefully, beast.

Lentils and chickpeas can make you blind.

Guilt gunned me down while I vegetated.

Pass the phytocytes. I'lll taste a round.

Once she menopaused their bad jeans mated.

Her tomb shivered with the roses and frowned.

The trampoline gave away and we fell

Flipping the fried fragrance into fragments.

The petals boiled for some time after her spell

Left me weary and wasted by her scents.

Written on a Saturday in April, 1998 without access to fresh air or oxygen. Flo

Emily Dickinson Redeconstructed by Ms. Jade holding the stolen sword.

I humped the cattle prod for truth.

Whad did you hump it for?

I humped the cattle prod for beauty.

The two are one, she said

Neither existed after the chevy went dry down at the levy.

So, we didn't bother to talk to the fat growing on our lips.

©  2001