vpoet, re:

Slightly (very) low audio.

to see those two,the live’s and dead’s embalmer.

your life,your choice,your breadth,your noise,all as chirpingsof fresh-hatched birds.
wake upand roll overand get the fuckout of my bed.

perhaps early primatesdeveloped a lack of hair due to thefire they harnessed; less fur, lesshair, less of a mane, and they wouldsurvive in close proximity ofthe open flame.

When holding all breath inward,The head appears to be asRolling, backward, tiltingOver crest of hill,Into darkness,The waiting,
Still.

This timehe’ll come,he’ll come up and he’ll say,“Hey there, smart guy, won’tyou introduce me to your girl?”
This timehe’ll come up,come up and say,“Hey there, you there, won’t yougive me a chance to apologize?”
This time,this time he’ll come up,“Say, you wouldn’t knowthe way to Saint Moreau’s?”

a wind felland i, a stranger,listened, to be butawoken, waking, still,as rustling now-friendly breezeplay’ kind words upon these, thoughts.