I don’t speak in Morse,
so I shall make it brief.
Nothing more than a terse,
but a vivid message as well, it shall be.
My words shall be utterly clear,
OH Hannah my sweet loving dear!

I may have been a bit unduly far,
but certainly I haven’t been near.
With your feelings I tried to be on par,
but who knows, I may have been very austere.
Austere that I thought your passions were of a low price,
I still remember how I overlooked you twice.

It is my fault, that my chance of getting you back,
is no more than the prospect a number has on a dice.
One out of six sounds sporadic to the ear,
but I will fight the odds all over here.
For your feelings lie in a sealed sack
that can’t be released even in a year,
unless I amend the fact that I’m austere.

have to pay those bills keep us distracted
tell us the facts that are contracted
reversed it but none reacted
to the knowledge they say they lack it
accept or deny read between the line
instead get drunk and sip some wine
don't worry it will be fine
there is plenty of twine
to wrap us and define
who we are
your shoes your hair your car
what you eat and drink at the bar
you reach for the star
the rest don't exist
yet still you persist
to attend feeling mist
soaked and covered you twist
turn and want to yearn
you feel it in you and burn
the chances you have scorn
you want to learn
to make money and then
do the same again
just let me know when
you want to wake up and begin
to see there is more
that this life isn't a chore
don't let them bore
into your mind so you're their *****

Vertiginous
                                 Loss of brain
                  Can't quite focus
In this ****** of ecstasy
                                                       Climaxing

Her pink body on top of mine
Metallic clangs and
                             Plastic bangs
We connect
                Cupping her hips
                                      we meld our metals
                                     together.

Together we sit
Fitting leg in leg
Arm in arm interlocking
                                         Her body on top of mine
                                      The smell of her plastic
                                   grazing my seat
                                                  Her bottom, underneath
                                                      ­                                                    stained with gum and disregard
                                  I keep
Upon my lap
the tickle of her back
                                                            ­       set a distance from my own
                              a way to come closer
   pink    on    pink     metal     on    metal
we sit
together.

Together we are proud
Publicly alone
Embracing in Totality
Windows close around us
                                                       Fits of              Dysfunction
                                The Wonky Garbled Mess
Fading to Chaos
to nothing...

blackened dizziness
           of unreality

as we sit
encircled
embracing
forever
alone
together.