A rhyme or two
makes happy the man
who lives in a shoe.

Come misty-mouthed girl,
To a not so wonderful world.
Make me forget.
The investment of the other within me
has come to fill me with regret.

O take me back to before I could see all their flaws,
Before the familiarity of friendship clouded our view.
Back to when I could have believed in this so called 'love',
And could have believed in you.

Now a thick, dense obsession rises day to day
from within locked cupboards.
But not the naive, self-named kind of days once past;
The kind that clings to your personality
Like your sugar stained teeth the morning after cider;
A repulsive grit.

But I am looking for you.
Not an emissary of my misery,
But an idiosyncratic icon of
My ignorant days before I knew of
Poems, plays or 'Liberation'.
Just come and be my salvation.

My misty-mouthed girl.

For he liked her,
And she he;
But it had to end.
They both were in love
With melancholy.

Alone a constant mind chatter
Clutter
Sticking to sweaty inner parts and
Broken hearts
Stray hairs
Pink layers
Broken chairs

Bang!
Noise?
Too busy to have thoughts
Laughs
Stomach in knots
The threshold crossed
I'm safe.

Made it so far
But Alone
Again

Until I am filled with ends
"You are completed by others"
Lies.
When the heart cries
It's the inner eyes
That fill the soul
And make it whole.

Only I.

What did I do
To end up
Liking you?

You've always meant more to
I,
Than I to
you.
And that's what's led us
Askew.

You can busy yourself about the day
Keep the wretched words away
Write, so they are not so strong
Read, so you do nothing wrong.

They will catch up on you, however
With you and your heart forever,
These tiny little gnawing thoughts
With their presence you are lost.

Among the headaches and the pain
In this place nothing to gain

Shut your eyelids tight
When the stars are high
And the moon is bright

But try and wish what you may
You cannot keep the thoughts away
On your little devoured soul
You wish, you wish you could be whole.

On the Ning Nang Nong
Where the Cows go ****!
and the monkeys all say BOO!
There's a Nong Nang Ning
Where the trees go Ping!
And the tea pots jibber jabber joo.
On the Nong Ning Nang
All the mice go Clang
And you just can't catch 'em when they do!
So its Ning Nang Nong
Cows go ****!
Nong Nang Ning
Trees go ping
Nong Ning Nang
The mice go Clang
What a noisy place to belong
is the Ning Nang Ning Nang Nong!!

A cold sweat body with bladed coils sinking teeth
remove myself from interior hate into exterior time
throbbing with self underneath
not a crime not a crime not a crime
string little berries on a thread
butterfly butterfly
the little bird said
wouldn't it be easier to be living..dead.

Said Hamlet to Ophelia,
I'll draw a sketch of thee,
What kind of pencil shall I use?
2B or not 2B?