Summer
You were always there to watch me Fall
The leaves of my shame ran down your face
Like loose mystery juice

I want everything to rise up
Like an army of Love
Inter-Blast the family chain of command
I want Father / Son to explode
in us
in our olden mouths
in soul's transit

Winter is a friend i met in The Room
She loans me her Rocky Road
I scream at the tops of her lungs

Spring forth in ME, oh translucent dragon of thyme!

Whose seal is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite sad though.
It really is a tale of woe,
I watch her frown. I murmur: "Hello."

She gives her seal a shake,
And sobs until the tears quake.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.

The seal is living, weird and deep,
But she has promises to keep,
And until then she shall not sleep.
She hides in bed with ducts that weep.

She rises from that bitter bed,
With dreams of sadness in her head.
She idolizes being dead.
To seal-less pain forever wed.

i am drowning in your many waters
sea and sky reversed
like an inside-out TV
looking up into the depths of your you-ness
i want to be deeper
i want to go deeper
i want to know deeper
i want to we deeper
i want to wear your body like a self
and look at me
which is you
the mirror is the door

When guilt burst forth, at Menden's door
We could not speak, we did not know
The toll the rage of men might seek
Through witless priests and burning snow

That Sword was forged in Elwen's fyre
With magic signs embossed in vain
The power of steam in crooked lines
To cleave the brows in villainous twain

Thus Emnoch came to shield the world
A hero's hero of countless girth
The ***** of shame that numbered zero
A blade arrived to state his worth

This dismal feast of brutal love
Will never sate a horse's tune
Senescence and honor entwined in fate
He ever swells that liquid boon

Asunder sliced was Denzhen Yeep
Just as Vile Ben wast slain
The Witches Five broke on the Pile
A magic Pentagon of pain

But do not braise the glance of morn'
We cannot love what has not hair
Embrace the stench of Emnoch's glove
His tale is there for you to share

I heard a boring, smelly rabbling
Dog - tormentor of my dreams
When I thought of the dog
Once upon a midnight dumb
'Dog!' said I, 'thing of hotdog.'
In a kingdom full of chum
'Dog!' chuckled I, 'Yes dog!'
I awoke and flung the pawl

Whose frog is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite angry though.
He was cross like a dark potato.
I watch him pace. I cry hello.

He gives his frog a shake,
And screams I've made a bad mistake.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.

The frog is puffy, bulbous and deep,
But he has promises to keep,
Tormented with nightmares he never sleeps.
Revenge is a promise a man should keep.

He rises from his cursed bed,
With thoughts of violence in his head,
A flash of rage and he sees red.
Without a pause I turned and fled.

Complexes of Nonsuch
Collude in the Stairwell of my Mind

"Raaroo?"

Can i imagine a Square - Where we can meet?
(But you were actually hoping for meat,
so driven by basal impulses)
The Zuccotti Park Foley Square of my mind
Occupies the Imaginary by divesting from the real

"Raaroo?"

Your bark is worse than your right
To occupy my mind - panting as you prove the square

"i will resist!"

"i will be the one negative!"

Pizza are Italy's handprint on your lover's neck
Seek the deep meaning under the cushions of Neptune's couch
I mean, there's money and food in there?
In is Outside
Inth Ere

Festival time - A favorite time of year
When Mothers and Fathers sing the their children as gifts
Dance in the love of Old Grandpa Wally
Even when he can't find his socks, or sits on the dog
Aunt Dorcas bought the tickets to the Fantasy Festival
So all the good little Girls and Boyos can play!

Open your arms
To the Fountain of Clowns
Open your family
To the Fountain of Clowns
Open your Daddy
To the Fountain of Clowns
Open your Mommy
To the Fountain of Clowns

Will you go with me to ride the Spring Mares?
Or see the sights at the Showy-Magic Tent?
Maybe learn  what the Pizzazz Wizard sees for our Tomorrows?
Maybe a kiss at the Promisatorium
All of your Sister's dreams can die and be born again
If your tired, rest your head on Brother's lap and take a drink

Open your eyes
To the Fountain of Clowns
Open your heart
To the Fountain of Clowns
Open your insides
To the Fountain of Clowns
Open your mouth
To the Fountain of Clowns

Laughing and Crying are the flavors of love
The scars on your heart will open its flowers
Look deep in the eyes of the children who surround you
Ask them for love with your arms and your tears
The sun in the sky was meant for your Heart
Maybe the Queen of Summer will never end

Open your past
To the Fountain of Clowns
Open your future
To the Fountain of Clowns
Open your body
To the Fountain of Clowns
Open your heart
To the Fountain of Clowns