hand lotion ready
twenty minutes going strong
zoloft's not worth it.

bring me to the land of green.

green trees
green seas
green me.

brand new,
cracking out of my shell with
the egg tooth that never
quite fell.

make me green again
please.
i've been old too long.

what is it like to take in the sun
in the mornings
where the temperature
reads centigrade instead of
farenheit?

green as the day i was born.
green as the sea whose salt air burns me.
green as the tree i was hatched in.

green as the day
the temperature read in
centigrade.

love poem!
me. you.
heartfelt! beautiful!

every day is a
a. golden sunbeam
b. cloudless morning
c. glorious beginning?

me. you. together!
precious! flawless!
we. us. them. they.
together!

love for you is like
a. strong cognac
b. fresh-cut grass
c. angels singing

me. you. us. we.
together!
contrived love poem/potion
number nine.

my first question is--
"would you let a girl peg you?"
uncertain nodding.

bring home man of dreams.
naked glares at the mirror--
should lose thirty pounds.

there is cholera in the time of love.
quarantined feelings
making sure this fever
will not spike to five hundred
sixty-one.

there is cholera in the time of love.
gas masks of affection
hazmat suits of admiration
latex gloves of love.

is it the cholera infecting
the love or the
love infecting the
cholera?

the back room.
nothing back here.
one guy, poor guy--no thoughts.
no feelings. but i gotta find my own
voice--who's is it? huh?
huh. huh. huh?

huh?

no one can tell me.
i wish i knew. dear
everyone, i give myself
to you.