you,


being a little more everything than nothing,
go yee-hawing through the night
counting wolf laps & marigolds &


psst, gunslinger


it's three in the morning.
our gods are off somewhere getting laid in the heat
untangling mystery which shrouds them so completely,
wiggling out of bibs & tie-dyed dresses, patchwork hats, boas & velvet, yes velvet.
as gods and goddesses are prone to wearing eclectic hand me downs,
you knew that, didn't you?


:gunslinger, dandelion, peach posy
pet names.  like prophet, like judas
come here. let me kiss you.  bellow the belly button.  you'll like it.


hey you,


there are storm clouds on the home front
and misplaced licks trotting circles around my breasts.
your wallet, you gave me it.  hip pocket of my wranglers.

admit it.  sometimes you get all blurry-eyed when you see me
pack a bulge.


yes, you like it. 


you, being a little more everything than nothing,
yee-hawing through the night, counting wolf laps & marigolds &
look here.  you missed one.  right behind the knee.

unzip me.  it's three in the morning.  our gods are off somwhere
getting laid in the heat.  92 degrees.  rising.  heal me.




(  i  am  trying  so  very  hard  to  be  holy. )