by say

Hoverer.

very speckled various goosebumps
measles, blossom battalion of mumps
rubella, dull, fever forever
can change you
(as if anybody could have saved you.)
I empathize… I really do
but still, I do not like you
even if I used to.

my nose is a shoe without many toenails to guide it
on a quest for four faster, wild aster
which I put in my pretty hair, not
Big dimples, slippery plaster caster.
red on my palms. browned my eyes. speckled his neck.
sneaky me! ha, ha. shut up.

less beat-less between the sounds of a muse
dancing and singing
kicking off your shoes
we were dancing in the dark
soul pig, straight off the mark
you made inside, inside a mind
insane, infantile
gorgeous eyes.

Taste: high pitched noises.