swinging Death of a rose listlessly on grasping desire 031120 ... sans nom legs wrapped around the branch trying not to fall world upside down crab apple tree me and them hold on don't fall singing sunday hymns momma in the kitchen making relish the sink i was bathed in lions guarding the drive the way black clouds play homes fade and sound slithers like grass sandals wet from mud rain a snake hiding in the grubbly ground the worm don't eat it don't eat the apple don't fall from the tree 031120 ... Death of a Rose bellowing across the ages, a tuneless rant, squared and shaped, gritting my fangs against your beleagured disregard, swinging my mace, stealth smashing. 031121 ... marz legs underneath the table. little tennis shoes bouncing off the legs of the chair. 050607 what's it to you? who go blather from