Tribe.net. Local Connections joe http://denverpoets.tribe.net/thread/0b1d6dee-ab63-4653-b856-11871b4e99aa#6ce6f2ee-1ace-47c9-a11c-b37b76ec77b1 2006-02-10T07:45:59Z 2006-02-10T07:45:59Z

made me chuckle chuckle chuckle

joe 2006-02-10T07:45:59Z Chris http://denverpoets.tribe.net/thread/0b1d6dee-ab63-4653-b856-11871b4e99aa#bdbc150c-fc7a-492e-9cdf-f48e4c02e73a 2006-01-24T15:48:11Z 2006-01-24T15:48:11Z

primal yet intriguing. not to mention wonderful.

Chris 2006-01-24T15:48:11Z $item.owner.firstName http://denverpoets.tribe.net/thread/0b1d6dee-ab63-4653-b856-11871b4e99aa#3163b9ec-fdd6-4342-9f33-8b7543a00d2d 2006-01-21T15:46:53Z 2006-01-21T15:46:53Z

The table had been cleared, and no, I did not serve seconds. Your lips filthy, swollen, glistening with remnants; I could have fed you feces, and you wouldn't have cared. Thus, we sat comfortably on cushioned satisfaction, replacing distant stares [or were they glances?]. I do not care, but you appeared gorged, while my gut howled . A silent symphony flowed liquid through my cage, yet you swayed your twisted leg to the noise of fractured dishes. Hands soft and unprovoked, masked the laughter of your seer. Like a servant stealing morsels from the king growing slumberous at the feast; I witnessed your drunken flee, as I tasted desire from my finger tips. [My soul, on golden platter; yet you scurried with a carcass. Gnaw on bones and empty words you've got nothing ...nothing but maggots.] Just before you dozed off into denial, you hurled a few stunning words in my direction. I answered, brightly and undiscovered, “Yes, of course there's dessert!”

$item.owner.firstName 2006-01-21T15:46:53Z