You scrape the music from my skin
You noonday summer till I am sweat
Unsavor any food I'm in
Crack the sound, throb the light, take my get.
I lash in heat-drenched rain
Roil still in dark-wrapped silk
Take kindness under pain
Soak up, drink up, vanilla milk.
We will travel road from road
Meet again, dire consequence.
You will migraine overload.
I will migraine. Once more. Wreck sense.
Hey. Sorry I've been lax in my agent duties--too busy trying to get my own stuff published. When I do take up your cause I will find a home for this poem! I love it! Sorry I don't have any comments to make it better. Is the vanilla milk literal?
Posted by: your agent at June 24, 2002 06:14 PM