Writer's Block -- Attempt 4 (4/21/o5_)

cool chewing tactics not
meant forred beasts
a compromise made shifty ghosts,
in and out of wall boards,
the hall
-boards are vacant like the
little crevice in my bra,
al-
ways unsnapping and letting soft
globe
go rub
against black cottonfields

he sees you, smoldering your fingers
between
them sits
a thin Capri, oh, cancer-sticks
delicious brown seeping ash
a core that wants to be but isn't
and never
unless you become one
and it empregnates the lungs
beautiful bastard, jewel-white smoke and shiny mouthpiece.
for an armed baby.
hurt me tenderly in the waning moonlight, scamper
tauntingly,
his eyes become saucers at
notice
of
your sexy death.