10-30 Does Martha Get Hangovers?

Shit Yeah! She does.
Do you think,
all of those,
perky, perfect, pumpkin seeds,
didn't happen without a special,
spank-me, spice me,
slap-n-squeeze my lime tickle me,
puh-lease, this smile,
(adjusting the blonde wig)
is just as sweet as the day of,
cover of,
Living the morning after.
get this girl, a rice latte already!
Shite.

10-29 Odie's Bridge

the woods stirred,
behind your eyes,
the hunt had begun.

I could tell,
you wanted to bundle in,
scarf around your head,
ignore the call,
and look down,
at still water collecting evening,

but instead, you held on to the
wooden rails, train rushing by,
while I, casually, ripped out my eyes,
to show you the backside,
and said,
don't worry sweetie,
see I have scars too,

before jumping over the rail,
face planting, blindly groping,
crawling on the moving,
sinuous surface, till I could stand,
hands clutching my eye-balls,
middle-finger pointing lightening to the sky,

don't worry sweetie,
I yelled over the rush of the train,
see I have scars too,
and popped them back in,

while you faded away, ticket in hand,
fingers clutching your face, I heard a pop,
followed, by another, and then silence.

The hunt was on.

10-28 For Example: A Shoe

So...

Last I heard,
you were stuck,
on the steps of the palace,
mighty warm, on the steps of the palace,
where the king had born a tiny lord, mighty warm,
The tiny lord, on the steps of the palace,
oh! magnum, did you hear what I heard?

you stole the heart of the tiny lord, oh magnum,
on the steps of the palace,
you were screaming, Gloria, Gloria, Gloria,
we all heard, you screaming, Gloria, Gloria, Gloria,
on the steps of the palace, in excelsis, De-e- Oh!
Why so mysterious, excelsis, baby, joy to the world,
and all that,

I still can't believe you stole his heart? You did, right?

Was it? A star, that star, that prince of a star, shining in the east?
That made you do it? Or
Was it? That pesky little drummer boy,
pounding Bolero into the night?
Oh I know! A toast, a toast! It was him, HIM!
roasting his gingham chestnuts,
on the steps of the palace, roasting. That Tiny lord, mmmm.

No? Do tell, do tell. Boo. Why so mysterious, Magnum? Why?
What gave you courage to take his parting glass and fill it with, Oh!
Magnum, why?

Why ever did you run? Silly. He can't celebrate this night without you.
Without you, babe, without you, he can't celebrate, why ever, did you run?

Heigh ho, sweetie, Heigh Ho,
it's all so much folly,
Heigh ho, sweetie, Heigh Ho,

Do you think he has a clue?

10-27 In Which Much Goodbyes Are Said And Hellos Remembered

Winter, old friend,
don't be shy.
I'm here again.
You too it seems.

latte please, with almond milk, double shot...
separate. 
  
small world,
to meet such,
spare change,
at a coffee shop,
grinding, where I once
last saw you,
me, walking the wind to my door,

to go.
sweetie, you have all the time in the world,

walk with me, again,
like this,
yeah I'm cold, but this is nice,
don't be shy,
I'm right around the corner,
just a few minutes, old friend,
Why are you here? again,
whistling the wind to my door,
again, whistling,

maybe I shouldn't ask questions,

just come on in,
don't just stand there,
we are old friends you and I,
don't by shy,
old friend,
Winter, you must remember this,
when the wind comes whistling to my door,
I am a man too,
we are, old friends,
you and I,
what else are we to do?

10-26 So a chef, a dog-napper, and a hungry red she-wolf parade into a bar...

oh snap,

the devil,
went her heels,
spotty on the floor,
twirling in the smoke,
from her cruel jagged lips,
cackling,
twirling in the smoke,
from her cruel jagged lips,
fur, ceiling to the floor,
ceiling to the floor,
fur, ceiling to the floor,
arms, shoulders,
ceiling to the floor,
-it's laber-doodle,
do ya love it?
flash, thrust,
cackling, in the red,
cackling in the black,
pearly white cackling,
ceiling to the floor,
oh snap, my sister,
oh snap, my sister,
oh snap,

twirling wooden spoons,
clapping, slapping,
twirling wooden spoons,
clapping, slapping,
shaking shook salt,
on the floor,
on the floor,
shaking shook salt,
on a,
pepper perfect patron,
pepper perfect person,
pepper, perfect, pepper,
patron, perfect, pepper,
patron, person
please, sister,
hold the salt, hold the salt,
shaking, shook, slapping,
hold the salt, hold the salt,
shaking, shook, slapping,
hold the salt, hold the salt,
slapping, shaking,
slapping, shaking,
oh snap, my sister,
oh snap, my sister
oh snap,

in a red dress, undress,
in a red dress, undress,
caress, in a red dress,
howl like you want it,
howl like you want it,
howl like you need it,
howl like you undress,
in a red dress, caress,
in a red dress, caress,
in a red dress,
howl like you have it,
howl like you have it,
howl like you give it,
howl if you want it,
undressed, in a red dress,
caressed, in a red dress,
howl, cause you got it,
howl, cause you got it,
oh snap, my sister,
oh snap, my sister,

oh snap.

10-25 Love, For Love

As I lay dying,

Cinderella tucked her knees,
into the house of September,
wishing the cotton woven starlight,
into his ember-ed  arms,

love, for love, 

as he
gathering the shadows from her,
spun black threads into her thoughts,
wishing, between her knees,
she would fill his house of September,

love, for love,

as I lay dying,
watching the two,
in the midnight ashes of the hour,

love, for love,

end the day.

10-24 Children Will Listen

Apple and I,
are afraid of you,
what you are seeing, hearing,
Whispers of war, brewing,
witches in the branches,
wishing on the hour, emerging,
wizards in the leaves, falling,
revealing, Whispers of war,
are not, what others have seen,
accepted before, Apple and I,
are afraid you will, believe,
and listen, and then,
look,

Moon rises between the un-forming, branches of my sky,
as you,

curiously, peel away, picking,
remarking, casually, with glitter, tossing
the rotten ones on the floor,
rolling into the corner,
while the ripe ones, the ones that glow,
sunset red and sunset gold,
your eyes fill with pleasure, plan,
the smell of pie and glue guns,
tracing, the once-been cross-hatched markings of dough,
tightly woven into the bark blackened,
around my face,
with your glue guns, hot, and dripping,
how can you ask, me,
to bake a mask, for my child?
when,

Apple shivers under the yawning, yellowing, rising Moon-
I can't hold him, and hide my face too.

Can't you see the salt dripping between my fingers,
silver needles, scissors, flashing, with my thumbs,
flashing, thin silver cords, when I look out,
cutting, the pastry, in my red apron, I can't hide him, from you,
silver needles flashing, gold thread forming,
from the Moon, spun, asked,
always a price,
always a price,
and yet, you, ask for more,
gold thread to be spun, to name,
the tree growing without my permission,

he is too beautiful, to want,
to prune, to capture, to release,
he is too beautiful, to hide,
glowering within the amber fire of his dark shadows,
when the Whispers held him,
fed him Whispers into the late of October,
because I could not, sing down the wind,
because he is too beautiful, to sing,
down the wind, and be born,

beneath the angry eye of the dragon moon, hungry,
careful

Apple and I know,
Apple and I know,
where the Whispers went,
where the Whispers went to follow, and curl,
into the hollow of his arms, cradling, him,
while his parents, cried over their stillborn,
child, face down, in the dirt, leaves crumbling,
into gathering Whispers, as they buried, him,
sending him to where the Whispers went,
to follow, and curl, into the hollow of their arms,
cradling him, welcoming him into their company,
in their,

graves holding the once-living,
who holds the never-alive?

Apple, The Moon and I whisper,
sing down the wind to me,
sing down the wind to me,
he is too beautiful,

trying to hold, me,
with their tiny lullaby hands,

but what do children know,
that a lover will listen too?

Oh Moon,

He sees you looking,
and tries,
to rip the hands from my face,
the scissors from my hands,
the needles from my thumbs,
strangling himself in silver and gold,
threads, so young, spun,  and hot,

he can not know,
who his parents are,
he can not know,
what prices were paid,
to the witches and wizards,
so he could,
sing down the wind, with me,
my child, sing down the wind,
with me, we are afraid,
Apple and I are afraid,

all he can feel, is

the tree of his heart,
growing too big,
to hide behind, another mask,
what will you find?
when his temper, unchecked,
sends the Whispers to love,
with the tree of his heart,

Apple, and I are afraid,
afraid for you.