Odvious- 

I think about touching you and wonder what the feel of you will do to my senses. Will my rhythmic organs palpitate; shiver and writhe?Would my nervous jitters portray me as lame?

A perfect impression of a jack-in the-box. My crank in your hand, jumping at the chance to keep you entertained. Once spung, a jester is left limp and lopsided. Foolish grin leering in your direction.

Crazy- 

Mostly, my visions are of our palms. Overlaying them to see if our future lines converge or divide. Perhaps, they will wind up the center and pit fall into the driven vortex of true love's martyrdom.

Or an unintentional graze of your side. Instead of apologizing systematically; we smile finding each others friction to bolster... to blossom.... rosier dispositions.

Obvious- 

Neither of us are dreamers because it takes practice, and we were drafted into reality straight from the womb. Fostering fundamental frailties. Functioning figments fueled by bitterness.

Salacious diction uttering fictions of fantastical fairy tale folk lore. Regal romance; a slow waltz with intricate twirling

Crazy-  

Worthlessness justifying our worst decisions, circumventing the fear of happiness. Entertaining notions of China's undiscovered route.

Staring down the formidable "Great Tera Tendon;" passageways in their minds. Planing to pelt people, pulverizing natures permanence.

If it's at any cost, there is no cost
Obviously Crazy

The sea was black

What do you get when you mix:
Red
Blue
Yellow?

Primeval opaque primordial mash; marinating the multitude of lifes mass

Energy polarized and divided
Each gaseous faction lurching dredging dense cumulonimbus depths
Exhausting volume's finite designation
Convergent catalyst; cataclysm creation

Brightness bursting blacks truest shade
Ludicrous lashes cascade, unfurling hysterically from crystal prisim shrapnel; struck and shattered

Focused lazer pushing downward; lunging upwards

Coarsing carbons culmination
Ancient artistry; amino acids
Brilliantly binding
Briskly building Romanesque colonades
Lintels streched over arches spiraling into domes; Civilization's ornate chromosomal architecture

Rendering relic reference point by which all will be considered

I: Stimulus Package

There calling for the money
The production is over budget and my pockets are hemmed far too tightly
Piddely
Diddely
Squat
Made up words will always describe me best

My spinal cord
My spinal cord
My spinal cord for a kingdom
Debts are paid in vertebra
Bet the bone
Dire straits to win
Eight plus eight equal’s six-teen
Double down
******* double down
Portions and parts are not acceptable; I want the whole danm thing

II: Stimulant Package

So you want a poem?
What does it matter my microphone will always smell like whisky
Assumptions
Assumptions  
I denied my right to a trail so the jurors can exit to the right

I ask for two and you give me four
A charity case, so what have I to be proud of?
Sip, chug, a funnel because when you’re young it’s never fast enough
Speakeasy
Prohibit the dialog
Fraud! No! *******!
My diction is ******* in the market and selling seems like the only way to survive

She steps over the *****
She’s a ripped dollar bill
Worthless!
She wants me
I want her
I want to mount her Everest
Pike her peak
Visit the Fertile Crescent and plant my seed
I want to make her right
Keep her symbols chiming to the proper beat
Her foot slid down my leg
Removing the top layer
I’ve been infected
Fraud! No! *******!
She was clean
She was free
A saint
A sales woman
A freeway fruit-tree
I couldn’t help but peal the flesh away to see

Afterwards…..

She asks; who are you?


III: Mercy is a Cancer

Nobody till Friday
A ****** flunkey
A wall that is pomegranate not plumb
Half a bubble off of: Who the **** are you!

Age seems to makes naivety an easy target
Jesus was only thirty two but his ideas held enough water for you
Drink it up when there is only a sip savoring is really out of the question
You want to know who I am…

I am about fifteen cigarettes away from running out of words
Fourteen beers from apologizing for what I said and start agreeing with you
Thirteen second thought until I start resenting you

This is what you signed up for
There’s no retirement plan
Heaven is a truck but all I could afford is this beat up station wagon

Who am I
The **** taken on company time
Non-billable hours
So wipe and flush me away

F i m F i v v e r 2/22/1990 © 9 years ago, Bryant j Frye

I’ve got something in my pocket for Polly
She don’t know what it is
If she lays her hand out flat
I might give her a gift
Wrap her in ribbons
Let the bows make knots in her hair

We should swallow the kerosene and increase our potential
To spontaneously combust!

She’s a cuddle lover
Who cultivates the smiles
I’ll take a pack and a peck if you’ve got them?

The sky is dry
The soil is fallow
Everybody is chagrin

I never miss what is always in front of me
Like a great piece of music, you never really appreciate it until it is done and gone
Then you remember how disgusting the silence sounded

We are indentured to our fancies
I hold her to the sky
Her elegance
Her grace
Casually disregards the physical laws that bound us all
Manipulating time and space with the contours of her body
She spits into the wind and comes out dry

When I close my eyes
I can see her
Running through a black and white field of intoxicating color
Her lips mouthing the crucial wisdom that would allow me to turn this ******* around

Silence

Have you ever considered that the absence of sound is a million never ceasing screams that we have become tone deft to.
Your words always had that effect on me

If I could give up and sulk in proper fashion
I would blind fold myself and stay here with you for ever
My plight would be a national event
The masses would canonize me
Little would they know

About my thirst
The crippling compulsion to have you all to myself
It’s been months now
Might as well be years
The convulsions from the withdrawals are the only things that will never abandon me

That’s the core, is it not?
People casually nibble away at your sweet flesh
Until they reach what makes you
The deep seeded values from which everything else sprung forth
Like your DNA
A culmination of the mutations of your genial history

My mother
My Father
A cesspool of ***** and ****
The murkiness
It walks
It talks
Perpetuates the illness and tells its self that it’s fine

I want to be cleansed
Crest the water and become someone new
Desalinate all of my bitterness
I would then fit into a thimble
I would only be desirable to those with dry mouths and cracked lips

A sip of something sweet
Then thirst again

From the beginning
I would always be in serfdom to happiness
Plow and toil and only be given enough to survive

Sure, I have dreams and visions of freedom
Often I have walked to the edge of everything I know
With my nose pressed to the glass
The condensation from my respiration fogs my view

If only I could sublimate through my uncertainty
My hand would rematerialize in yours
The wrinkles of our palms coupling as if by design
Mounting the apex of Love's curve

That's the moment!
Where inches feel like years and you lose all inclination of your inclination
The only breath you will remember is your last
Before the crushing vacuum of gravity comes for you

It's sad that the simplest of adages are the ones that most commonly prove true

"What goes up must always come down"

Reliving the past
Like Frost in December
Nothing can last

Happiness in May
Youth mild and warm
Our child will play
Taking another step forth

She is our world
The crust holding our bubbling mantle
To often we burst
Reshaping the earth

It is what builds her
For better or worse
It is all we can do, to lighten the burden
The parenteral curse

Despite our infractions
She is cool and relaxed
A beacon of hope
In this epic clash

No matter the outcome
I hope she will see
That she is perfection perfected
The child of we