Jason A. Loveall

I cannot believe Christ, by God ...I sleep with you There is a heaven

for a kiss goodnight close your eyes extend your tongue on the last snowfall

Poor old Enola Gay I. How?d you like to be named this way then spend unrest in a widows grave? Please to Saints, protect her there she holds the Devil?s name in error and bears the fury of

diner feet pirates blap quick quack holstering syrup like a war on hunger knucklebiting psyicists Bryl cream black toaster springs underdone blunders butter beating widow whose daybreak was

Yeni annisette explodes impossible curiosities I found hummingbird melodies in the bottom of a glass once filled with warm milk

seems Jimmy Carter\'s America needs more hugs and kisses he armed this six year old cupid with a Love Gun

An oral tradition supple and strong like an ancient Romanian melody I have memorized your nose and chin and found the history of scrolls proudly strung arch angel defiant in the lonesome high