Eat Me Beat Me Lady

I like Beer so bitter you'd curl up as a grey bellied-house cat, Rain in pine, a contemplative fly-fishing line, Snow in reddish-blonde hair and scotch of a malt solitare. I like pipe smoke in bar light, curling in wood grain knot, and knowing not how much longer we've got. I like floating on plains, a midnight swimming pool's chlorine blue steam, and Platte rivers muck cream, sandbars hissing around blackness fold. I charish the twighlight, pondering shokras resident in ass, I work too hard, and argue too much, and still look for that one that embodies home, I like my wandering Tact, can't tell lies from fact, but a good story makes every exception. I like watching Stars turn to sleet, pelt my face, chest, and feet; my weight has balance, on ground of crystal ice, I set a tripod for my telescope, to see light years with ease, My geek Hot Rod by @30below, 2:30 AM in the middle January, when the atmosphere is at its clearest. there on Hat Six Road I'll would be. Till overtaken by suburb comunitee that will undoubtibly hold title to the life it once claimed. Crooning memories of loves denial, sometimes I wonder how to tile coldsteal and mirror, to see between the clouds, if just for a little while, Not such a small place, I like. and for that I underate the light bulb fires that fence in the world. I like the right dance, a sensation of my arms in loss of her shape, I like breathing deeply the loss of her words, I like knowing. I like the still.