exquisite poem 4~lost at the count of 12 past a serious yard of caked bones*with softly flowing hair, her head was a bright red~ghasping for air trying to reach the surface i halucinate*like the majesticdance of a sparrowpulling a worm~like plants we have simple needs. like monsters we wreck the city*it was the wildest music ever to haunt the ears~an airplane broke the silence and i forgot about what i was thinking*cold chattering teeth grasped on a toothbrush long & thin~lemon and licorice and pears and honeybees and spiders*a flash, a burst the explosion whisked away the desire~warmed by the fire, it was not long before i forgot who was