That face had a smell to it.
The heat it gave off was like nothing I had ever fucked.

I'm 4 strokes from a record now,

only if mom could walk in.

It was like rubber cement,
the smell I mean,

and definitely something Asian.

After all, she was.


Until our lives crossed,
I prayed to get you alone in a room
with no windows.

Until her legs crossed,
I saw boats, and oceans, and pliers up there.

and my mind sang,

"Capt. walker

Mrs. walker

del fox x-ray

del fox x-ray

come in x-ray."

Wondering what to do with the mess
and pondering an oddly conveinent idea,

I decided to get rid of that face
and the rest of her body.

Just cut out the box
and carry it in my pocket.

08/28/2007