Hey, It's me
******
I'm sorry I didn't catch you
Hey its me?
did i just say that?
but
Yeah I guess that's right
you know my voice by now.
yeah
hey its me.
i just called
well
i wanted to tell you
something about this new script
its like a "slice of life thriller"
those aren't the right words
forget it
i thought you might be able
...dialogue help and so on
**** that
ill never make that movie
honestly i called to
well
apologize
for
calling
hey
its
me

I lived on Heavenly Lane
And with me I brought a demon
It lorded over and corrupted
Completely
Why it followed me
I can’t say
But one night
While it was sleeping
I killed it
Or at least I tried
I’m not sure now that it
Well…
It was playing possum
When I awoke
It sat at the food of my bed
Drinking something
And laughing wildly
Sticking on itself
Things made for other people
I smiled
And hugged it
Then it passed out.

Oh
Feel like I have to have this
It's not just a person that I recollect
It's a person that I pay
I need a friend
Upon which every memory and feeling
Can be placed...
Can be dropped
Through which every bone
Character flaw
Admiration
Disposition
Are laid down
*******
Sarcasm
Fantasy
What's this money for
But a friend
That can be bought
We don't need it
I don't
Do you
Don't tweet this
But if you do
To the enterprise
Now that I think about it
I should read this to my psychiatrist

The chill that crawls in the cytoplasm
and
folds in against itself damasked and dynamic
but it wasn't the climate's bite
the pea gravel stone cemented into place
boarding up the fluid monument
poured up and leveled by its creator
but it wasn't the stone
digging into my heel
pressing on the once broken bone
that reminded me that this
THIS
is not the way i ordered my hamburger
and no
it wasn't any thing growing atop
my flimsy wrapping
pale and hairy
and then nothing
inside me and resting
along the walls of my longest tract
digesting my food along side me
even still
more base
it wasn't any amount of matter condensed
shooting
firing between two neurons
reminding me of half truths
or lies
blatant ones
which can careen me back
into places better left forgotten
no
what i felt there
with wet feet and cold quivering hands
was something that
despite what i would love to believe
CANNOT be measured
that which drew me from
every one of the places
that should be connected
but aren't
to a love
manifested as suspicion
that placed both egg and seed
in the same envelope
of
both disgust and admiration
******* Vicky
whoever you are
****
you
and all the cold
******* lice
and the pressure
the memories
they all try to drag me away
to a place where I cant see
what they desperately try to convey
one to another
and
our brilliant star moves from behind
one iridescent pink gossamer puff
sparkling for a moment
back behind another
it's warming
but it doesn't reach back
for your had
no request for your warmth
and yet
every fiber aches
for the moment when you careen
back into it
or when everything you know
is compressed back into it
that
that little moment
where everything and nothing make sense
like two dogs speaking french to each other
as long as they both know how to
howl
not just how to
how is simple.
but when
and why