Thus Far

Like any good story it began with a girl

In the way a stone is cast into a shimmering body

And breaks the surface and ties the splash

Of sinking innards as long winded letters

Bound to a dumb brick

The first slaving nights were nothing more than therapy

An attempt to digest an impregnation of eyes and finger

Foolishness

To be cured with a kiss or so told

By the gut of an ever polishing stone

Among these damp nights resurfaced a memory of homework

Assigned in 7^th grade to write ten pages of poetry

Half plagiarized or run through words for rhymes

Silly, yes, but oh what it was

An awesome demolition of the LCD display

A removal of the virginity of time

Transplantation to a virgin playground

-There I played till the second black book came

With a lovely introduction like I love you

To be filled with words of angels carved by motion and heat

In the whitest snow where boots had yet to tread

And the polishing stone became my rocks off-

Bird shot hipshot everything

To the air of my green mountain homestead

And the loss of mind to sex and tissue tundra

And loss of time without anywhere at all X3

Lost and gained and left and gained and lost again

And loss of time without that monument creation

Lost and gained and lost again

Turns out the pen was left in the room of an old friend

After all his door ajar and walled in note cards

And caffeine till dawn

DC for inspiration

And someone to forget your name

A cruel addiction to think you’ve got something going

And lots of thinking

X3

But that was long ago

Or so it seems from thus far

Today, an orange recap

I think “all comes roundly as all goes”

And I can see my work looming on the horizon

Summoning a bittersweet taste like the back of my tongue

In time to write a proper story