blather
you_are_the_papercut_on_my_soul
afrika
i've spent a long time flicking
back and forth these paper slices
dicing neatly, neatly nicking
in a paper skin cell crisis

i've had a lot of women baby
but they can't cut me like you do
you send me flicking skidding riding
on a greyhound track for two

but there ain't no horses lady
ain't no scissors for this hole
you're the nagging whiny skeeter
of my papercutted soul
050828
...
IGG you're deceptively small and inocuous
yet sting like hell

i don't know how you get there;
you sneaked in and slashed me

i doubt i'll notice when the wound you left
heals.
050828
...
unhinged and hearing your_voice again
is like


oh shit
words_dont_say_enough
100911
...
poet still stings 100911