I pull my heart from my chest,
And consider it with a critical eye

"You know,
You've gotten me into a lot of trouble,"
I remark
(As if that'll do much)

But I get no response

And as I return it,
I know I can't ask it to change.
Some part of me must stay un-varnished to the world.

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the japanese sings my song
you repeat the words
grab the bakery and run
you did your daily motion
to the upper side of park
have ride in the night
see  luminosity trembling
horizontally snowing
and other strange things
they fix the holes in the road
you woke up at noon
and have stop dreaming of me
stop dreaming me
i dissolve
everything's calm

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"

Right person at the wrong time?
But maybe there isn't a wrong time
If it's the right person

dear you,

i’m in love.
yes. you were
waiting, i
bet, for this.
this time, though,
it is not
what you would
think. it’s me
this time, not
you, although
it’s still you,
but not in
the way it
used to be
you. it’s my
fault this time,
my doing,
my painful,
pitiful,
suffering.
it’s you in
the sense that
i cannot
control you.

this time,

it’s your mind and your thoughts
the things that slip off of your tongue
the words you put, pencil to paper
the ideas that come out in your songs

it’s your eyes and your sight
the careful observation of beauty
the need to bask in warm, pure light
the stare you give me, rarely now

it’s your movements and your touch
the hugs where you grip my shoulders
the times where i’m drunk and playing with your fingers
the warmth you give off and your gorgeous smile

none of them
are mine to
have, to take
to keep, to
love, to break

i miss you
and to go
and detach
to break what
we have, that’s
the hard way
out. but i
am trying
to help me.

i feel the
same way i
did when you
said i was
wrong about
this. about
how i feel.

i’m hoping
disposing
myself of
you, means that
the dreams will
go away
too. but if
they stay,
i’ll give you
a quick call.
probably
a text, to
be honest.

i love you,
unhealthily,
with every
part of me.

keep in touch,
please.

love,

me.

the band plays soft slow elegance
a sax low soothes
a siren sings
away into those hearts right
**** into your's and her
arteries
making you hold her closer
fluttering
coooooo low does that sax player smooth
and she becomes
your appendage
connected now
slow you grind sway around
the dance floor like on a sidewalk in front of everyone
it don't matter now
just the swaying feel the blood rush the harmonies
got jazz in your
bodies
sway

to all the sun beams
beckoned called
along the farther wall
where the rainbow
days usually display

I love you
glow on me
for the rest of days
join the colored rainbow glowing
red green yellow colors unnamed
a bright display

can I count days in them
count a magenta as one
vermillion as two
and what would be three
silly
how I weigh

these light fantastics and try to communicate
with them
Brilliant is all I  know
how they dance on
the western wall
glimmer

better than
television