Rambling Shit

Ain't gonna pretend it's nothin' else.

Two steps foreword

Fourteen in every other direction

The first ghost I ran from

The second I chased

The third I passed with only small falterings

The first I escaped

The second I lost

The third went to serve the universe

She ran to the edge of the street and pushed her hands into her hair

Mudeyedmartyr

Crunched down on her legs

Coughed the sound right out of her throat

Glossy red spots of spit

Nearly choked on it but

Pushed it through a fountain pen and

called it dinner

called it done

Now don't be hasty, master Meriadoc.

Hasty?

The hearts and lives of men are quick, and those of birds and mice are faster; I am only acting as fast as my blood runs, for if I do not keep up with it, it will run right from me.

Wakame no jirojiromiru

One of every thirty
Slinging back like old shoes on a wire

Backs beached every twenty nine

into the grooves of Very Large Walking Shapes
They lick each others' necks and napes
Sand back to sand where a child's dug deep
Sky back to sky where a star has blown out
Tongues ever dripping Skin wet
To the chin they are always wet
They are always wet
Even when their noses peel in the sun They are always Wet
Their eyes are filled with it

Their ears spill with it

The sweat of the messenger is soaked with their sounds

They close around him like thumb and forefinger

Against the bridge of his nose their six hearts pound

Beat Beat Beat

They are The Beaten

They are the split-lipped sisters

Black-eyed brothers
Gently tapping harl'd up livers

Drop it