Bath bomb You
Erupted
In my bath tonight
Like a volcano...

I enjoyed watching you
As you
Bubbled away.

You ignited
With so much sweetness
And scent... floral essence!

The
Petals within
Floated
To the surface
Like a Garland
Toward the shore.

Bath bomb
You gave me the universe
And more
You
Bath bomb
I adore.

SPLASH!

By Violet.

Better than a speech of a thousand vain words is
one thoughtful word which brings peace to the mind.
Better than a poem of a thousand vain verses is
one thoughtful line which brings peace to the mind.
Better than a hundred poems of vain stanzas is one
word of the dharma that brings peace to the mind.

Many have said it couldn't be done.
But I've done it, I've put two wieners in one bun.
Double the meat, but triple the fun.
Heartiest sensation found under the sun.
Look at you there smirking with your ***** mind.
Thinking I mean two *****'s in one behind.
Society is at fault so I look no further.
But I truly do mean a frankfrankfurter.

I* love you
with a heart
only for you
and you don't
say it back
maybe it's 'cause
you know
the true message
of this
is only seen
by yo*u

the I goes after you
in you and I
just grammar
telling us
there's always someone
who will matter more

if
you
are
reading
this,

then,

you
aren't
alone.

your
being
-right now-
by virtue of
reading this

is
with
mine;

and mine,
with yours.

and even when
you go

away,
you

are still here,
existing in
my
little
poem,

smeared
light

remnants

rubbing up
against mine.

and even when i go away
after sending this off,
i too will still be here

like you.

all of our weird
written words
penned at a distance are

always connected
by some

strange
residual angle
and spin
emitted,
leftover
from our

small but
eternal

interactions;

alignments of the light which do not discriminate,
nor create hierarchies of strict titanic binaries
that demand and interrogate..

your
big
red
hearts
make my
little grey
lightning bolts

light up:

bright yellow strikes fluoresce

over and
over

and

o v  e    r,

again and again.

your
tiny torch
forever
charging  

me,

even as i
cool off

and

darken,

is much appreciated,
dear poets

of
mine.

In four white walls
He gently falls
In love with Mary Jane
In other rooms
The darkness looms
And grown men share their pain