Cumulus cloud dancing in the shape of a brooding storm, look at him.

My Little drummer boy centered in an orchestra of seraphim.

innocent in the eyes, how soft his skin.

Touch me so I may touch you,
Your lips are soft so please press them to mine-
Cupid's bow to Cupid's bow, love is blind,
Unsuspecting.
Roses bloom and their thorns bind.

A deposition of two
I refer to you as an angel
I refer to you as a sunflower
Kronos may be the god of time,
But time goes by.
you may be an angel
you are no longer my angel
you may be a sunflower
you are no longer my flower

Peaches
     /Tuesday/
Kingdom- Plantae
Genus-Prunus
Symbolism-softness, tenderness, but grounding in reality- foreboding my fantasy.

Used in prose:  peaches, with her plumpness, with her skin pressed against mine, seperated only by my budding insecurity. When will you go, will I be fine?
    If you are a peach, dangling from a tree, and I am only, A flower or the leaves. When will you drop? When will you plummet and with it, I wither and decay.
   If only I were a willow tree, no ornament linked, or if you could be plucked early, before sour becomes sweet?

Ten thousand flowers
Laminated, cold pressed on my window door
Plastered- blue white and yellow

Sing me a song, I like the way your voice bellows.
Ten thousand flowers
Falling, as her dress hits the floor

None of them are real
Im just sitting here, passing the hours.
Ten thousand flowers

/Sam/
I miss you
      1. Long car rides to the same places,
           conversations about things you don't
           understand; the way you feel when I
           grip your inner thigh, the way I feel
           when you run your hands through my
           hair.

Five days fasted
A starvation artist in the making
No sugar, or coke, or baking
Ima starvation artist in the making!
On the sixth day you are breaking

One twelve once mocha latte
Three sips in and you spill it on the floor
Wondering
What's it all for.

Setting: single person standing shower

Production notes: male actor, sitting lotus under the shower faucet

        Title: purgatory or paradise
A divine comedy of the mosaic variety
The rain (tiled blue and gold) -the trails of

    Man.

- (note hedonism “maybe the notion of frog metamorphosizing”)
To be green and croaking

Scene change

A corpse is rising
Alone.
Unloved drinking red (an Italian restaurant)

Sicily.

   -(note the mirror)

Reading my book against a stained-glass window.
I see you as you go
I see you with rose colored vision.
Divinely tinted
Red, pink, then blue
As you go out of view.
Back to my book- black print

Dreams of ecstasy
Saturated images flow by in still frame
Tunnel visioned in a kaleidoscope cave
Titillated brain stimulated in loops of silky velvet touch
Iridescent skin
It glitters closely but seems so distance
Is it her face?
It's featureless
unequivocally so, but then what's the definition
She's all color
Stomach, hips, the groves
Cut deep blood red purple and blues
Everything is exploding
Cascades of color rain down in gas clouds

Skin like onion.
Peeled back layer by layer
Chopped by a blade.
Tears form in your eyes,
but.
Don't worry,
They're not real
It's not real.
just onion skin

The moon out shines your brightness little star
Honey seeps from you to it
And when the moon goes to sleep,
The sun rises. and you, my little star disappear.

I will return to you another night
My luster may not be so bright
But I am here,
                           so stay with me?

There once was a gaggle of geese
Huddled around a tree
Were the fruit was just out of reach
How could that be?
That nature would put them in such close proximity
Yet the geese still could not reach  

I once had a mother named Jamie
Who told me nature would provide-
To always be good and kind,
Nature would provide.
She is gone now, and so are the geese.
So I know that cannot be
Nature will always keep her fruit just out of reach.

King Perseus, not merciful but thirstiest
Tears weeping in his Well
Water's bounty, in the king's heart swells
emptiest, his is pitiless

mistaken for lead
when blood bleeds black-obsidian
sheilded from toxicants

your soul comes home
you are standing against sea foam

clouds carry you across the ocean on a breeze
hovering above an infinite blue sea of being

joyously in sand castles shaped by levatity
you see in profound waves of possibility

Summer's heat smother me.
Winter's wet chill goes throughout me.
I can move
It is too much to be unpleasant.