tell me the words sitting at the back of your throat...   the ones yearning for exposure aching to be naked at your feet bathed in moonlight and mist shadow dancing upon dewy moss as hope awaits a tender kiss   press the petals of ancient roses long fallen...

    Know thy ledgeunder the stand   crawling & falling   built of nerve in asphalt sweating murderous curves by a swerving hand   I bit the farmand bought the dustfrom a blue collar nose-to-the-grindapproach adjusting eyes over sand   took a toke on the curb and witnessed a worm as it squirmed to the berm   through a...

  Just want to have fun   Hello everyone and I hope you are having a wonderful summer. It has been a long time since I've posted a story and a poem, I guess. Well, a poem was posted recently so it's...