a poem: medusa oblongata

i wished for you like old women wished they would've perished first.
every kiss was a dead language.
every kiss was a chance to spit in your mouth.
now you let your skirt fall like an empire.
lead his tongue into the nile.
taste the meat around his teeth.
promote your hands from your howls to your breasts.
as he beats the snakes out for you
your spot turns to soup.
drown him in this months blood.
no matter how hard you drill,
brother, you will not find oil.
feel her sex go tepid.
non-seduced spasmo-cadavers.
pretend i no longer dwell in you.
i told you id return.
i am in his medicated thrust.
i am in his wallet as it buys your legs into the air
i am his hiss crawling across your tonsils.
call it a night
call it what it is.
when i said you were remarkable
i said real marketable.
some churches are abandoned
but can't be torn down
you are smoke.

im home from maryland. i have one million photos from my adventure with josh and sara's family. a great time was had by all indeed! josh and i saw the junkyard ghost revival crew at the university of maryland friday night meaning i got to meet my beloved derrick brown. from myspace. to texts. to in my arms. we squeezed each other. it was nice.
im in love with the city of easton and i decided thats where i want to be.
oh and its
official