Would You Like It If I Killed You?

Of all the things to feel a favorite over, to love the best, it was the
smelling of the dog for her. The slow motion jumping and shooting,
the naked swimming, the dance and wig, the style of clothes and
beer emblems, the sunset against the blue wall, the aesthetic
foreign accent, the lips blowing, the couch eloquence, the opera,

Serge, the attempts at life, the lecture in class, the waving people,
the lightened red faces, the human connectors, the suggestions,
the wet skin, the title quote, the way some walked, the clean

and reflective floors, the juicy introductions, the pillows, the fireplaces,
the fenders, the non-wigs, the silliness, the vivid aura, the less touching...
her favorite loving part was the handling and smelling of the dog
through the window. So many things make her so lovely.


In other frail and creative new, does anyone know for certain if
Fenton killed six people and Adam killed six demons, or did Adam
kill his six demons along with Fenton's six people? A blame game?

(as seen in Hoot & Hare 1)

Invasion-Safe and Lovely

Last year I wrote a few short pieces about her.
  One said:
I think she is starting to invade me, and I think I do not mind.
  Another said:
She is a castle I am walking into. Nakedly.
  Yet another:
It's just weird, having a beard.


I love being invaded successfully, and mostly by her! And now
I'm married to her. How lucky am I? And how lucky is my beard?