If it's not the waiting (bronze
string melodies take care of that) or
the dreamy silence of sushi beside
papers and pens,

                      why do I feel this way?

what is the empty?

you remind me fingers deep(wetly plunging
kindler sparks

                              and

                                            the


                        complete



                                            collapsing

                           of


                   silence


softly meets, firmly, parting

slippery

coils

in briefly blushing. cheeks perhaps thighs, or)
fingers: your reminder
sets pale tinder
cloven
electric tender

A black cat with a grin and
A scythe, slashing thru
Space-time with a giggle

Invulnerable & finite. Untouchable rabbit
Stretches it's torso many meters out
Evading a cannonball.
Time to go to work; no doors here!
Rabbit shaped hole in the wall
Ever never fear!

4 Thirty minutes on a Sat. morning network 
Talking animals accordion back
From falling crate crushes
Index fingers stretch their cheeks
Ha ha ha ha!
& a wagging red tongue, almost all week.

Piano dangling by a thread
Shrinking Shadow under your feet
It's right above your head!
You step aside just in time -
An anvil smashes you instead.

Too hard to explain to a real-lifer:
This has no point!

"It's a universal urge to pair up." They say.

It's 3 words and
Suddenly files are executing
Auto-running and auto-installing.
When you've been alone,
It's like
Every rancid dream inside of you is
Awakened. Hyper aware & readied
Preprogrammed bugs start to run.
Users in remote locations
Triggered by tracking cookies
Wheel- in backdoor worms
And all I have to do is click

I/O corrupted
Cloudy decisions, decisions

Ads for free cars, free girlfriends
Glittering pop-ups.
"Hot guys in your area!"
But **** is for the lonely
Bait;
A smiling **** Madonna 
accompanied by
Beguiling hooks, fly-paper,
You-name-it

Can't tell if I'm in love or in lure.
But I have to go for it.
And that's the point.

"I love you"
[Click]

We're making maps out of landscapes

Experiential, Experimental. feeling, being, heart and mental

What are u thinking coming back here again?
you know they don't open the tears for just anyone here,
beside the steel surfaces and sterile white rooms,
the creaking wheels and bleached air,
the brain burns brighter here with padding on every inch so you can have fun with it,
don't go chasing that rabbit don't go running those wheels in your eyes again
they look like little hollow moon surfaces,
I picked up your heart-felt wishes as they melted from your face,
I locked them in my soul so I could keep them safe,
I'm running into time and breaking all my strings,
I can't afford new ones, I can't afford anything,
I'm lonely now just like I've always been and it hasn’t gotten any easier to show new people in,
they laugh at the dog and try to kick in the ribs,
alleys feel like home and demons like friends,
where is this again? What day am I in?