is
sex
deemed
plug
and
play

is
love
an
upgrade
or
virus

can
i
touch
you
without
your
static
bag

i'm
waiting
on
that
light
turn
green


---------------------------------


without impedimenta



there

along
crooked hills

among
weeds

and foraging
animals

where
air is
innocent

and shoes
repel
mud

my conscience
lays

next to my
wife

rearranging the furniture

won't
fix

the crack in the wall

nice

:D, thanks.  

tiko

but
some
says it’s

the stroke
of rum
in your belly

or ants
in the knuckles
of your toes

17 syllables
when 5 will do

in our
haste

we forgot
to water

the
dog

i've not had
any good words
run under my
nose in a few
days

it's summer and
they wished for time
to escape the heat
and be with the
little one's ('to' and
'be' get antsy when
ignored)

for now
i'll go on imaging
the smells of
peanut butter and
lemon grass

i have not written
commitments
in ink, dye,
graphite, or blood

my words
were not laced
with assurances

we have not
knotted our
wrists with
silk

i was always
another’s

stood
in bright pink dresses
and hats of straw

stiff stemmed
flowers

steadied
for the
shears

if broken
can it not be repaired
       sewn with silk or
       twisted in twine

can doused
ashes be
swallowed

will
trampled seeds
grow

for the purpose
of being right

i will withhold
all the rules

the
vine
creeps

up
your
chest

over
your
shoulder

yields
no
fruit

i've not
been
stimulated
and
the tea
has been
burned
with butane
lighters

by the time
you read this
poem

i will have
found the
nib

in the pile
of nubs