thread bare

conniption start my heart movement so

iridescent glowing light a worn globe

of 45watts beneath the shadow of my patio

touching hands like touching hips

without as many butterflies within the heart

save for the nervous giggle my fiery friend

putting out fires in the hearts of bellies

replacing with fire flies

buzzing the throat chakra to collide with heart

solar my plexus of gigantic proportions

spell check of friends to assess the friendship circle

and cull with American text all that seems to contain errors (with or without gramatic errors)

peanut gristle between teeth

ancestral chompers grind

gurgling through the chapters of day

(marking off every 2nd hour achievement upon the wall clock with a red whiteboard marker)

night closing in

fire fly away

into the mouths of jars to fuel light

fuel light so i can see into the cavities of my ancestoral mouth holes

it seems dusted and laced

with a hazy sheen of a black and white picture

taken by a man with a semi crippled right leg (and a fake smile full of gold)

i lay with butterflies carressing

fuels of fires undressing

and a simple jar of light

sitting between the shelter of my heart, just underneath the base of my throat

chomp chomp chomp

click click click

take a dirty picture of me