...white cheddar...

bye bye white cheddar

and dead mouse dying

at the hand of a butcher

who couldn't figure out

the simplest cut; he dragged

and tore at the meat;

breaking it down hard

as the drive that kept it living.

With the trails

of meat left behind

and the snows that are coming

the leopard will be along

to quickly clean

up the fragments

and bits of memory

...festival late...

in passages not taken

by these shoes

all of you will be welcomed

in by the mystery

of a cover and the promise

of a celebration

in the desert.

Be cautious: it's cold out at night.

...visitations...

no matter

how many times

I get to see you

folks I want to see

you folks even more

and more

...termination cycle...

hitting the door

faster than they could

hit the cold concrete

faster than the girl

could scream

faster than the traffic

that continued by

faster than it took

for the ambulance

to come faster than

blood that was running

faster than the thought

where I place ourselves

on their cycle faster

than the thought

that we are safe for now

...filling in what fits...

embodied in the red _____

cautious as the pink soft ____

she looks at ____

finds the mistake on the ____

and turns to _____

song called _____

says, "You still got ____!"

he leans over and gives her a ____

...home city...

rev the motor

city rival can't

beat the down

or back but

drip the night

into rainy religion

spin the disc

around me when

the pick up becomes

the finale

and we get home

...dr. dj...

you're turning the tables.

i'm siding the winder.

your plan is engaged.

i'm engaged to plans.

your simple torque.

my frenetic step.

your pretty little ditty.

my sad little pretending.

you're finding a song.

i'm singing your find.

i'm singing your song.

you're spinning it again.

...faces...

the fearful images

in my mind are created

by my mind

and by the exploitations

of the faces

seen in the past

(this is where

these fears stem from

I apologize

for their dictations)

...familial misnamings...

cousin is far too detached

sounding and I think

that had I called to you

as a brother, or

an uncle, maybe we

could've had you for longer

or just another day

for me to tell you this.

...sad song berry...

the sad part

is that we sit

and wait for a blip

on the radar

flicker of hope

red LED on

vibrate mode

the sadder part

is the chorus

but it needs

to be drafted

some more