dangling George The thoughts of my mind Fall into the keys I type them there but still I fall behind nothing seems to freeze But I really don't care. 021126 ... misstree the horrible dangling bit of meat, thwapping inside the windowsill, swaying at the end of indescribable appendage, swaying, as if it were searching, jerking like an epileptic puppet as meaty crunches were heard from outside. closer inspection of the horrible dangling bit of meat revealed a painted nail, a bone, a ring, attached to a slightly less maimed slender arm, attached to a barely more identifiable heap of flesh that was likely once a woman, judging from the bits that were left and didn't need to be dug out of the lawnmower. 021126 ... misstree someday, i'm going to clean up this poem, and it will be the first one in my chapbook. is her own biggest fan. today, at least. 040401 what's it to you? who go blather from