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5.18.2010

Cows have 4 stomachs.
Or so I've been told, to aid in
the digestion process.

And I have four hearts,
maybe more, though
they all seem wanton
toward the same sweet palate.

Effin' cows.

Can you hear the rumble over all
these sounds of silence?
This prolonged muteness
non-linear digestion
is moot.

There wasn't enough time
at the moment
to appropriately answer
your question.
What are you looking for?

I'd ask the same.

Slaughterhouse 5'd,
2 showers all in one
day.
And what a second rain
it was!
Caught by surprise, I quite was,
still am

One snapshot, out-take,
mesmerized, two unawares
bely the mask.

I's to two eyes realize
the hiding truth
behind the curtained ruse.
Tell me what
you see.
perhaps i'm just confused.

To reduce it to mere
clandestine perusal causes pain,
Authentic beauty
makes me
ache.

Hearts beat, breathes breath,
unperceived, 'til something makes them
stop. and notice a
miracle at work
here.

How long has this been going on
I'd wonder, but care not
Now
for cow stomachs,
or hiding,
or the viceness of niceness,
or public disclosure regarding
my preference in
vegetables.

I'm far too lost in the forest, searching
where the marker meets
your trees, digging
to decipher apologies
from gratitude from pleas.
How purely obscure this meander
of mine, of yours
of ours may seem to be.

until Falling
Awake this morn
that dreaded seven lettered-word
sung if I
fell...

sanity, survival, or not
the can broke open,
and

i heard.