Dont mince words
dont glove-handle me...

Fire your boss
dump the bourse...

On the strength of a dejavu
I tossed discretion...

Pained longing
behind glazed eyes...

On a starry night
over a crackling campfire...

On a clear day
take waikiki...

Don't look at me like this
with barely disguised...

March-july 2007...

Through glazed eyes
gaussian blur 4.5...

No attempt to rhyme
your lipstick stain...

Scent of sex pre-mate
trace of fluids pervade...

Not quite a story
for a story has an ending...