For Thom and darryl

[Rhael Joy Laramy]

the kitten crawl scrawls my eyes to dry static nothings and i am what everyone can tell to their lovers what everyone can scream at their mothers wonder at will and paint my face white as the still born window sill I ring the till and click the locks but I am noot the most daring fox Never i worn get into a land war with wrustien we are not the same but when i hear your voice I taste the sweet nectar of your peyn the barn is empty and the pigs go wee but they can't convince me that i don't love you because i do You know the fuse of my heart and the color drips from my fingers into my Art for you for blue is watt I am without the sunshine of your iris.