cracking

sober as an empty glass
jettison
notions of falling quickly
confuse me
like the space between legs and chair
ketchup and eggs
if the table was whiskey i'd drink it
then tickle you with pussy
willows but you are on another beach
unwinged and royal
and when i say flesh
you say red
beyond red titillation
HA!
another perfect sunset tied up and
waterproof