Hit

First meetings and I want to know everything
that makes you different.
Worry war
for all four
all fall down.

Stumped and charmed with
your "I know your confusedish"
wry
smile.
Can I compose an excuse to meet with your
guillotine?

Planets and stars and
large spaces of curtains of gases
and claws and was that a wink
from beneath eyebrows
or a glint
of a guillotine?



A wash and do not be upset.
Lives to live.
Be let in.
Walk across. 
The only blade is the one inside of your head.