I got you something nice
that I thought you might like
I wrapped it in my sincerity
before giving it with care

You tilted your head,
one curious look and a sigh
-You have the prettiest sigh
--it reminds me of silk

The little gift cried at me
as if to say it wanted my breast
but you seemed so amused
so I left it to you

I'm whistling you a tune to waft into.
Some say to walk with the wind on your heels.
I don't do that.
I crash forward with clunky, massive steps
cracking concrete,
shattering asphalt and charging onward like a directionless bull.
If anything, I barrel into you like a semi off a freeway.
You smile and say you never knew what hit you.
You fall backwards.
As I run towards, you cave in.
I'm pressing my lips against you with something akin to force.
(the desperation of the intoxicated)
I burrow into your chest trying to make a place to hide in.
You sigh and fall to pieces;
crumble into dust to lay in.

Dear friends
Loved ones,
rivals of all sorts
pass by me in a river,
of pain and pleasure

On this bench,
by this beach,
watching the sun
dip slowly
highlighting my years
as I close my eyes
tears
down my face
and a Grin

The moments found,
the feelings felt,
the hearts broken,
all fresh wounds now,
old scars
just another lifetime now

Feeling the shivering,
melting,
pleasure of your touch again,
all of you
lost shadows,
still here now with me,
like you once were
like you once did

Nothing more now,
I murmur in the fading light,
save the embrace,
of one I lost so long ago
I know him when he calls,
Fierce and Loyal,
even through death

Not long now,
I whisper,
through the tears
Yet,
a smile still remains,
like the light of the sun
still reflecting in the moon,
like the lives
Ive lived,
ready to do it all again

I believe
in attachments
like sitting in a chair
smoking and drinking
while thinking about stuff
and I believe
in sleep and laziness
and I don't particularly
like purity or wholesomeness
and I don't even
exactly practice
moderation
so I guess that makes me
an anti-zen buddhist zen buddhist
and I am a good Buddhist
even if maybe I'm not.

I want you to lie to me.
            I want you to tell me that in your dreams
                                you wear an ugly polo and khaki pants.
                                         And that you LOVE tucking your shirt in.

I want you to tell me that flipping burgers
                                is a step in the door to reaching your life-long goals.
                                                    

I want you to get on your hands and knees.
   I want you to beg.
      I want you to plead.

I want you to say you'll never be as successful as me.

I want you to accept you'll never be free.
                  
THEN.
               MAYBE.

*You'll earn the right to make minimum wage.