Suffocate and complicate while you placate me.
Manage the damage and alleviate-
I know you see what you will, while you do what you do,
Just remember it isn't me, and we know it is never you.

Internally forever the external structure whithers.
While you attempt to suppress me, my light gradually flickers.
The realization may come too late-
No need for me to obviate
the situation nor spell it out.
You know as well as I do what is soon to come about.
"I told you so". once- you pretended to listen.
A ferocious song in the dark rings while my blue eyes glisten-
Yes! There is rage, quietly denied, deep down on the inside
my pride will not abide the pain.
Not again, not ever again, not ever.
In the end, there will be no choice but to sever,
the ties that bind my mind to your breath,
and those sweetest soft sounds a Shakespearean death,
whatever that meant- the river meanders,
toward the gulf of the ocean, and the notion,
you have about "always" is chopped by the waves,
while the wind screams no way!
You thought it was fate.
But it all came too late.

two pieces of paper
one that causes desperation
and one that soaks up tears

two pieces of paper
one you could wipe your
ass with without guilt
and one that you might
wipe your ass with but
then wash off to trade
for another piece of crap

two pieces of paper
a tissue and a dollar.

Crackling voices cackle
the way aluminum foil tears
the enamel from one's back tooth-

Bumps and excuse mes
crowd through aisle.
Bile pushes the steel carts.
Consuming like dragons the
card board boxes and tacky
plastic bags.

A belly-ache
for the beast paid for
in greenish-grayish paper
that looks like its been
stepped on or crushed up
some shopper's epithet.

I wish I could befriend Emily Dickinson.
The lady could turn a phrase.
Confined to her domicile
by choice her words praise
the natural spirit of God's creation.

Her meter has been called awkward.
Yet her style moved poetry forward.

I wish I could befriend Emily Dickinson
May her soul know she is often read.

Spray in the fall winds
washes summer dust away-
The berries bear finds
greet the black earth's
furrows o'er turned.

Wheat rushes to tell
the secrets of death to
the cattle grazing on
the last sweet grass.

Old crows soar against
a scorched sky soothed
by the scent of frost.

Summer pays for what time shall cost.
When the harvest is nigh childhood is lost.

The womb whispers.
Wanton words and wishes
welling up in my mind.

Move me to part.
Motion toward start-
Then stop and pull
but don't stop.

Until we free
nature.

The Law: "Res Ipsa Loquitur"

Arbitrary arbitration,
consequently consternation,
arguably augmentation,
of inevitable ineptitude.

Intuitive insinuation,
lengthening litigation,
justifying adjudication to
some baseless bastardization.

Contractually contradicted,
excruciatingly executed,
mediated and mentally mooted!
conveniently convoluted.

Legally legitimized,
scathingly scrutinized,
practically patronized,
the patriot personified.

You want the red light district inside my heart?
You can't have it.

I wont give it up for you- or anyone else- so "fuck off."

I don't really know what makes me say such things.
Still, I like saying them.

Everyone has their own dark side.

You don't need to be a Jedi all the time.

I'm free to express myself here-
even if I have nothing to express- so "back off."

It isn't like I ASKED you to read this.
Did I?

Humanity is starting to bore me.
Life is getting old.
Who thought I'd be tired before thirty-three?
Half past six has never tolled
an hour when I finally see,
how much time I waste in cold, linear type.

So I keep thinking, I may as well,
reorganize the words that start to sell,
the strangeness inside my brain,
which doesn't matter and doesn't gain...
a dollar, or a smile, or a sideways glance
I do it just because I can chance

the opportunity on a roulette wheel
that another person just might feel
something real and understand- life isn't always what you plan.

Now, there was a time, when a little inspiration dripped
off the rounded edge of my pink cheek.
I was paralyzed when you'd speak-
and biting my tongue- a lip lined
with salt blood, satiated my taste for pain.
And all at once, we did it again.
Was it good for you?

Dive into my dream without clarity,
and without fear, a curious year,
a long song that lingers mindfully,
to the tune I can dance- but the feeling
cant be faked, or reproduced, or recorded
Once it is done, Im all over- "you"
and it doesn't matter that there is no closure,
you can't touch me anyway and you knew you never could.

More closed off than you'll ever know,
You pretend you exist within the spaces
where you can see the meaning, but I know
all you are gleaning is emptiness. The reason?
You aren't brave enough to deal with the substance
or the excrutiating pleasure that comes
from the profound understanding of another
in true naked form.

Did you expect sincerity, when you have none to give?

Live she'd provide the tide that rocked
one swollen ship while you'd bite your lip -and now,
I call you out, while you drown down the ample fear
that beats up your hard heart.

A hard heart ceases bleeding. Marble is cold and dry.
Still it is used to build and save
as the Egyptians did- round the tombs of their greatest
eternal treasure. You guard it like a dead god.

And in the eve, I knew it wasn't even me, for you it was a reprieve
from her- the one responsible for your desperation-
and the reason you will never ever come close again.
A sad end to a beautiful well covered by a sewer cap
to block out the rats so the water stays pure.

Keep your aquafina, I crave flavor
a kiss I can savor and a hold that can
deny me flight. The only way it is right- a touch I'll remember
And then, only to him, will I surrender.

miles of lakes between
the space makes time seem
fast because it is not now
not really just once I would
like to be in the same space
where your breath makes
the tiny light hairs near
the nape of my neck rise
as I feel your eyes glance
down my back cool and white
while my cheeks glow red