Saturday, June 16, 2007

Lay Back and Tell the Tale

Dust between the edges.
Simple traveling stories bring
Voice to the flames at the Crossroads.
Stumped and tied with dozens
Of chances weighing you down.
Frozen bits of dripping fear,
Soon to be yelled at by sobbing droogs
Regretful flies buzzing around
Broken forms of the hesitant.
With the ending plain to see
In the Ink,
Under the soft, slicey, Oh-So-Thin


Anonymous Anonymous said...

your posts are always about skin

June 16, 2007 at 11:44 PM  
Blogger Ms Smack said...

Skin, and why not eh?

Is there anything so pleasurable as skin on skin?

I think not.

You're a wonderful poet. Thanks for stopping by my blog.


June 17, 2007 at 1:05 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

rex..u have indian connection by any chance?

June 17, 2007 at 4:42 AM  
Blogger RedFridayGirl said...

Rex, wow, I feel sadness when I read your blog. I know things in life don't always work out the way we expect they will and sometimes dampen our spirits and pull us in directions we never knew possible. I believe everything happens for a reason and and we will again triumph. Sending lots of hugs your way.

June 17, 2007 at 9:44 AM  
Blogger Girly_Girl said...

I dig your blog! Thanks for visiting mine...

Also, I love Bukowski's work, too. :)

June 17, 2007 at 10:10 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Rex, your posts always leave me speechless. I never know what to say. I love your writing, when I read your posts i get chills.

rock on sexy!

June 17, 2007 at 7:56 PM  
Blogger Jenny! said...

I wish my hair looked like that!

June 18, 2007 at 3:36 PM  

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