Apologies for the no-post Friday. It was a hectic end to a tiring and somewhat depressing week. To make up for my tardiness, I present you with Saturday evening poetry. From the front of our refrigerator, courtesy of Magnetic Poetry (attributions added wherever I could remember them):

sweat
falls
like
rain
through
the
hot
summer
void

urge me by chanting worship

languid black sheep

sweet bitter

ugly puppy head
(by me, my personal favorite)

my arm
one sausage like water
stormed and
cooked
by moon wax

all girls are gifts
(some mother visiting our place wrote this, I swear)

delicate heave

but iron day
floods me

he soars in the winter fluff
(not by me, but I presume about me, author unknown)

repulsive
honey
ship

smooth white behind
(shame on whoever did that)

blue
juice
(a tribute to my gatorade supply)

like raw frantic death

incubate
him

dream
woman
has
gorgeous
tongue of drool

beneath
(me - I put this one near the bottom of the fridge, underneath the plethora of magnets above it, I think that its poignantly brief)

symphony stare as essential power of will

sordid chocolate apparatus

finger size milk
(I seem to remember this was courtesy of Allyson [Lydic] Gretz)

goddess screams

what is up man
(me)

some enormous produce after a spring ache

mother will rock

she could use my dress

may windy diamond petals whisper
a thousand delirious moments

her hair smells like eternity
(me)