Burning Word

(Some) Hotel Then, Say Thursday, 8 p.m?

2004 Jan 04
AnnMarie Eldon

Revolving into
insanity
turn turn turn tu
postage stamps' pro-
files walk up strangers
you 1ofthem must
be
soup splash on a Gucci tie
no whiff of Polo-sting
no naked table spots gone
for elbow grease
stale coffee plaque
from lethal teeth some-
one's surroundahead
no spare wander-dog
arm lassying
sha
dow attacking. No.
Woman's left stiletto
supports a sniff of dirty footéd heel
her beau hounds her for It
no brushing anonymites
practise shoulder diplomacy
nudging foyer asphyxia
no uvula redi-sealed by adrenalin
n-e-v-e-r-t-h-e-l-e-
s-s I man-oeuvre a sit
Wall Street journal fiddle
as plotted
no, not yet
I guess
you bend-dangle a
Jaguar key fob
raise an eyebrow
and say 'Excuse me miss'
I smo0oth. Lift a leg. Say
'ooh - kiss this'

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    I like the bumps

    On March 4th, 2004 Maggie Shurtleff says:

    of this piece. nothing is simple or complex.

    just a sniff and a yearn waiting to be kissed.

    I like how it sings out sounds and holds back
    on everything it should.

    very energetic. some might not get it.
    but for those who do. this is a treat.

    thank you.

    Maggie