derive of environs

she was a wife of a man away at flame and still lives in fear of his friends betrayal. hissing as she walks by for telling on them. snitches get stiches. the tearing of one birthplace maiming of innocence and devotion. no apple to throw & no wedding to absolute. green goddess blessing with bow and arrows speak invisibility to the caverns revealed for ones safe passage to the other side. on the house with roses she said with dust falling from inside her nose socket eye mouth as mother mary spoke

i always licked the lid when my mother made pasta with sauce; hardly ever from scratch: except for holidays. she was handed down the recipe for at the wedding. the difference only in that my grandmother made it everyday, and my mother only on special occasions. my father was Italian, second generation, and my mother Irish small southern deep south. they got together as they like & in college: military obligation meets nursing school graduate. both their parents concerned, and they adopted me as fashion of the seasonal change. much like a designer dog from new york: in style at the time.

when he was not around, she would role play my demise: toaster oven in the bathtub, chocolate suffocation, poison lotion that could solve the mystery of dry skin rat poison behind the ear. stazi listened with stripped reputation. sour grapes still gummied in her brain with love on the tounge for unrequinted plug candy micro machines. i am nail cherry undone fire lay ridge no name vision hijacked butterfly kiss on make a wish laugh orange birthday cake smile.

goulash leather

southern girl in the deep dish south. marriage sauce at least twice a week, with no compromise for piggly-wiggly gardenia green-bean. black port turtle tomato texas toast gaslight cowboy.

i saved you the lid

i saved you my light

& she rides a broom gutter punk too high to die militia russian soup can facing people too rich to beat. I was traded out for someone who fucked up. she was the prostitute & I was the consolation prize. he never knew the difference. they say you can only remember 100 names. travlin’ leaves most with an alzheimers affliction of where you last saw them. it doesn’t help when cross-dress lipstich wig display is actually on the fly & on the wall with grandma sweater. multiple personalities of having a costume change. once i shaved my head at a rest area bathroom and lost my tail. i miss it. geek love only laments with its own. i am now an outcast. still wonderin’ who ms. jackson is and if we would get along. flying ointment was pre-mature for the new team soccer balls lost for the love of loyalty and a medic that lied for one night of kneeling into the dark with her. she named him owl and flew him all the way home.

expectation of genderless memories and records lost to disbelief of a character assasination kissed property right for a stolen diamond in the rough evicted & unrequited communist laundry bag passed around like her ex-boyfriend. she still wonders who wears her socks. probably the blonde all fun smashed windows just do it abortion poetry for the pick-tails and torture chamber dreams replaced with skate onion centerfold ramps that can’t remember her name. her name. her name her name. her name her name her name…is everywhere.

old haunt ghost face clown lost pins & needles warrior jealous haywood. she can’t admit he lied to her with expensive pride unable to pay back. helene washed away the sins of the southern appalachia underbelly. roaches scurry to the nearest watering hole. all the tables are bugged. blackmail & black faxes tell on the hells angel vivisect with buisness spelling wind and leaves dancing. glass pack wires fan flame for homecoming. bath-tub gin & cinchona meet again.

baby piss and mountain runoff. daughter pearl earring tells a thousand lies. debts new future bride. whore mis-step & anarchist save. contstantini strings flame and tounge left pensive from passion found silent. she would love you fully if you let her listen. open hearted. & grist was saved & savored by hearth and midnight oil. baby girl cure on the shelf twice wished for a funeral abandoned from unrequited heartache. devil wife in the rain washed clean. bat cave down the drain. romper stomper tunnel candy holler eye lines in a sand castle. diamond ring cocoa cola sweet tart cherry gummy peach ring. mighty machines and money trees. mothers knees with tar & feather. lightning bugs refuse to acquiesce to dark helene after. daughters of victorious refuse the arsenic of cider seed mutant trees boasting faith. braids dripping honey dew list promise in the morning with butterfly kiss missing flower open sun. dreamt truth with Irish loyal ground flower. appalachia fire tempered love with trauma helm. survival fire cherokee sheet nightmare land happiness flint mankiller woman. woman. woman. woman. love.

my mother wore the same shoes in the house everyday my entire childhood. moccasin slippers with the thunderbird beaded on the front: buckskin. everytime a pair would wear out we would go on a new adventure to a native craft and bead store near the military base where my family was stationed at the time. the moccasins were always brown, and the thunderbird always red and black. turning the tides of age and slowly becoming a crone i adopted her shoes, much like she adopted me. mine have no thunder sown under, with the toe to meet & greet. mine are all fuzzy uggin: awkward with learning to walk in my mothers house, even though I have not been there in decades. the house is mine and i inheriet her mis-steps which forced me to subscribe to the grip on the soles of these dead sandals.

utah nodded a giant to sleep toward a platform with no destination. i was too much of a bum for look at this fucking oogle. my penance is to make bread and soup daily. sign of the cross: a tourette replacement for my middle finger. fluent in lentil & new to the boule. holy ghost allowes me to buy roses if i get an A in all my classes. white for the rose? or red for the roses?
still drinking wine.
still dancing.

delicious green blue morning velvet. cold vanillia with no cream & hot wires melt tires so no one gets burned. downward drive calls home. moonshine and whiskey shootin shit till daybreak. if not blind, then green with the wind & the barley. my buttons sing a song of rain with messages sent on a seed. i ride anothers arrow from tularemia for the mud and the flood. rabbits cry out. we all carry the same disease of orphaned passions and desires…and its contagious. body of my instrument carries the voice when I am too weak to speak another word. too heart-broken to say that i love you.

she spewed poison through a foxhole of friends based on lies. her ego and persona of weeds in the trees from the reeds that fund the deeds. tonged rough with kitty litter sandpaper of permit oil spills. there is no little plastic castle. she left it sitting next to his wedding ring. lemon meringue pledge that promises that she will never be gay again. flame found the coo-coo drinking wine without her clock. seperated like a daemon in the forbidden books. lips unzipped only to burn with rancid glue.