kiss me

my dear water glass

made from melted sand,
how wonderfully you fit
my grasping hand …

but if I fall, or even trip,
and you should somehow slip,
fall to floor, and break in bits,

what’s left can kiss my ass

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weirdelf

18 years 10 months ago

OMG

At your best you are fucking brilliant! Love this. cheers

barbsdad2003

18 years 10 months ago

And ...

at my worst I'm f'g ... ?

weirdelf

18 years 10 months ago

like all of us

at your worst you are not, to paraphrase myself, revelling in the chaos, dancing to the divine complexity of the universe, like all those not living (or at least writing) at the edge, taking up too much space cheers Jess

barbsdad2003

18 years 10 months ago

I have to assume this is Joe: I recognize the picture

thanks, Joe I appreciate the compliment tho I suspect 'twas hard for you to implement yours, Chuckles

Conect11

18 years 10 months ago

the first

two stanzas are expertly crafted, love them. I can understand the last line, but it seems out of place, jarring, and I think that was your intent, so excellent work.