red balloon

        Light in august ,sound of sapphire

  like the places you put your hands

       skinny second glance

                      and dream light.

                          the wing of the rose, alone.

                                            Resting here inside my

                                                     unicorn belly

                              the snow tastes blind, as i run my face down

                                            my left shoulder. watching the moor

                    seeds from the storm rush through.

                                                     i become the song in your pretty dreams

                                standing in a quiet kitchen. even before angels move

                                                            their legs and

                         pause to weep, and slowly sit upon september.

                                cold wood paneled floor.

                      I’ll always remember this morning.

                                          laying out broken glass

                                                  for hours

            watching each drop with laughter

            pissing in the river smiling .

                                                  rain and snot

                                            under the candle light.

                this is closing your eyes

        while everything is soft

                                    waiting for nothing to

                                 happen.

                                        "it is always nice to see you."

tell me, can you hear the sound?

Oh god, its so loud. It makes my mouth

open

THOSS

                                                             written  7/19/02  chrysalis