Tiprints

except for the snowflakes & the fingertipsfingerprintsis nothing a difference discernablebut not two trees?  which turn oversticky fingertipped printed handsand beg porridge of the impossible supernovawaiting up theresomehow different not from a spideror the little buttons the suitmen pushthe causes casualties and briefunending dissertations of insignificant reasonsthat creep in after as cunning as cat burglarsmore different possibly farther from samethan the boys & girls walkinginterlocking hands lips thighs & eyesgone missing in the languid flip of fingerstips & printson to another less interesting pageexcept for the seashells & the gullsis nothing a wondermore than waves dancing wire to wiredying finally behind a glass wall?perhaps string bikinisa sandstorm of gentle hairthe watermelon liquid trickling between lipsor curves with hands with fingerprints & tipsmade just so- to fitSince this is the first submission I've made to FadingFlower for more than a month, I feel a bit motivated to reply to some of the criticims that I have received regarding previous submissions. First and foremost, I don't want to scare any readers away by having an unwiedly style (as in some of my poems, fashioned somewhat after the efforts of ee cummings). The few other poems that I have here are not necessarily a precise representation of my actual style. They were submitted in the hope of amusing (or touching) their possible readers... so, if you're one of those people who has a hard time reading poems that A resCra mb leD up, fear not. My typical stlye is far more accessible.Second, last, and maybe least- since praise is often no more than ego-inflation- I give my most humble and sincere thanks to that small handful of people that have had a few good words for my meager works. Written July 23rd, 2001 © on Oct 11 2001 02:59 PM PST   18 • 0 • 13