The memory of her sits on a balcony ledge, cigarette in hand.
My green light at the end of a dock.
And this time I am reaching out
like many before,
in pages and poems past.
Macbeth’s face is a book.
Her body is an atlas
tracing a beautiful continent.

Follow the long tributaries that lead to shallow deltas.
This shore begins softly and forms into slender feet,
quiet but powerful when outstretched an angler waiting for prey.
Odysseus, only, can hear this Siren play.  

Follow her legs, those tawny plains,
unbroken, guiding along welcomingly,
inviting curiosity and conscripting imagination.
An oasis.
And her torso is a valley from which
her laughter is ****** upward and resisted until uncontainable.
Dimples break and burst like earthquakes.  
A ridgeline is all that awaits until we see her face.
She is the Americas from bottom to top.

Follow her decorated canyon mouth
but know it is merely a diversion.  
Her eyes are icebergs, which shyly reveal themselves
to sink ships and drown lovers, for always.
Her hair is aurora borealis,
the northern lights,
dancing colorfully
to an unaccompanied waltz
heard by everyone but her.

As the memory of her sits the smoke billows around
like clouds traveling down a coastline
only to dissipate
and disappear.

Make me wanna write
Get lost in thought
Like to be by myself
Ignite my imagination
Make me think
This whole page is totally bleak
Illegible writing is my specialty
Only my mind holds the key
There is no legend, only me
Only me, a selfish thing
I lie few times about myself
With little need why say else
This is so true I cannot be
In a house alone with me
I think so much I can’t create things
It’s a curse put on me
I look ahead literally
And all I see is lousy me
This is not about one thing
Just life, generally.

I am a vampire,
I find pain to exclaim.
All these people around me,
try to get in my brain.
I cannot help it,
I cannot truly see.
These people all try,
to get their hands on me.
I have an urge to bite.
Fight or flight.
All these people around me,
I’m drowning,
yes I’m suffocating.
Help me out now,
these people bear a lot of weight.
Up or down,
I have no clue,
where I’m going next.
There is too much to read,
and it is all out of context.
Please I can’t breathe,
I am going to reck.
Help me out now,
I can’t breathe,
I can’t breathe.
All the people around me,
are starting to **** me.
Why is it so hard,
to live above the law.
Everything I see,
is just one giant tease.
Help me out now,
I can’t breathe.
I am a vampire,
I **** at that too.
I cannot **** blood,
my grip is too loose.
All these people laughing,
it is funny.
I have no emotion,
I cannot break loose.

There is a race
At a constant pace
Though fast or slow
You will never know
You can try
Though someday you’ll die
You cannot fly
I shall not lie
No thoughts are pure
I do implure
I have no future
I’ve thought before

Enter my brain
I’ve gone insane
In the ways of the world
I implore
My thoughts
Not so pure
I hurl it back
At thoughts of the world