State
Whatever you
Wish
To

Say here, says

Form.

See if you can.
See if they like it.
See what happens.

See,

If it's you.

There is
The Page
And
There is

You.

I've got
To

Separate the

Two.

Can I say
My heart lies in both?

Can I lie
To myself that I
Care for one
More
Than the
Other?

Is that
True?

Do I?
Don't I?

Does one
Propel the other or
Does the other
Propel
It?

Must
I
Choose?

I've never or
Will I ever
Have either

Fully;

All I

Can hope for
Is

That both choose

To stay

With

Me.

It's a framed
Expression

He who waits
Receives nothing

But

Time.

I'm awake
With
      
          You.

We make do don't we,

You and

                 I?

I take a breath in
As you
Exhale;
My blood thins
As your skin
Turns pale

Water on the river
You and I
We move

Through

The steam.

What we thought
Was life
Was oh' but a dream.

I'm a steam
Engine
For you baby.

I'm water and fire.

I'm oil and
Vinegar baby
And all I own
Are

Mercedes.

There on the brink
Past the pastures and the roosters
Through the key man and the cellar dwellers
We'll make our camp
We'll make our home
She moves her hand gently
Over the last of the bread and

Her

Comb.

Break fast
Moon.

Silver naked
Spoon.

All ye'
Who
Fall in love with thee'
Is destined to a
Life
Of utmost

Mediocrity.

She smiled as
He smiles while

All the miles, they

Stretch;

They stretch cross' country,
Neath gutters and corn fields,
Where sun gathers on ground;
Where sun penetrates the impenetrable

Sound

Of us, of us, of us, of we,

Living as one as well as we as well as one,

Nodding to one another when we pass,
Loving due the same,
Standing underneath the window

When even a sinew

Is broken without
A

Clue.

I take it back
What I will say to you
Tomorrow

I mean things
I hear and then I repeat
Them, thinking
They are what
I mean

I take it all back
Everything I've ever done
And will do that I know will end up
Hurting you
I hurt others because I
Do not have an
Effect on life

Options -
There are
A lot of them.

I wish
I could be perfect
For you.

I wish
My faults
Were as attractive
As my positives.

Write my name in the center of the page.
Draw a line down the middle.
Write what is good.
Write what is bad.
Write what you would miss.
Write what

You wouldn't.

I can take it.
I'm a big boy.
I'm close to being a
Man,

I think.

I take it all back.
Every raised voice.
Every shout.
Every scream.
I take it all back though,
Both of us knowing,

It will inevitably happen again.

When love
Is perfect,
Is it real?

And by real
I mean is it tangible, three - d?
Can you ***** your finger on it?
Can it make you think
Of your grandma of 83 or your
Father who sees movies on a Saturday
Alone, nearly bringing you to tears?

What kind of real is it?
What kind of real is the love we have and
And the love
Others have?

I'm not trying to compare.
I'm trying to speak to you, to her, to him -

To everyone.

I am trying to speak
Uninhibited, without regret, standing with form, beside, and
Behind it, as well as

Away.

I
  Take
It

   All
          Back,
Ex-
      cept the things

You wish

                  To

                        Keep.

It's
A framed picture
Of
Something
You never wished
Another to
See

There she stands:
Stoic in that millimeter
Moonlight;
Vanishing from your eye
As soon as a memory
From July.

That's her.
She's me.
I am her
When

I want me
To be.

I'm a naked leaf
Upon a
Crippled tree of
Invisibility.

Thank God
For
Fiction so, so, for what?

So we can make sense
Of
All this
Non-

Sense!

It's a screen of smoke
You and I.

We wait for you and
You wait for I -

And there we sit:

Sitting, Standing, Saluting,
A desolate dawn without a name;
The only reason to be because Nature
Made it be so

And will continue

To do so.

I'm awake
As
I sleep.

I think of the glaze
As I stare
Out of myself.

I hear
The harp.
It plays for itself as I

Let it

Play through

Me.

Have you ever
Sat next to a
Neon yellow-orange pig?
Stared into its black eyes,
Its thick black eye brows,
It's two ******* nostrils surrounded
By that
Neon orange
Skin,
And wondered why the kitten,
Who enters with such
Curiosity and sniffage,
Cares so much at first and then,
Cares so little at all.

Certain men
Are like
This.

Certain women,
Act
Like this.

Certain people
Are meant to make
Certain people
Better people.

We are the building blocks
Of
Eachother, one another, everyone.

And I can't stand
The way my mind thinks and behaves/
Self-desctructs, re-constructs
These visions of illusory
Reality.
I've achieved nothing,
Yet,
I smile at the clouds who've achieved
Everything
By
Molecularly genetic chance.

Aren't we all just mistakes
In the gigantic genome experiement of life?
Accomplishing...something?

You know...I've got a pig roast this Saturday?
You know...I think about moving
And I think about screaming at strangers?
You know...I wonder what it would like to be hit by a
80 mile an hour car?
You know I know that all my peers, all my friends, all
My closest dearest closer than family people
Are utterly miserable with everything and just

WANT TO GET AWAY FROM IT ALL

Exhale

But,

To

Where?

We can't all become
Three million dollar

Junkies,

Can we?

There is no great state
Anymore.
It's broken.

The ideology
Of war
Is
Dead.

Patriotism has turned
The country inward when
All should be
Outward.

But then, you make,
The hair on the neck,
Stand on end.

Be in the scene and see
The small grains of sand atop
Her big toe nail, the sun-reflecting upon the nail,
How its pink shade reminds you of
Cotton candy no, bubblegum, yes,

Bubblegum.

These are the minds
Of formers past.
They've made their trists and tried
Their minds toward
Life that was both meaningful and
Meaningless.

What I wish to do is paint with words,

Our words,

So,

When all is finished,

I can see, without mirror

For a mirrow is a stage and a stage
Is too close, as is, the mirror.

Our age needs distance to affect
Any change.

What we've become,

What we truly are,

From there,

From here so to

Perhaps see,

Where we,

Should go, next.

Times
Can be
Too
Tough for
Some
To take.

Times
Can challenge you,
Challenge
Me.

You ask me
What I'm doing here and I
Ask you
The same.

I can't connect
My fingers
To my mind.

I've lost
The wonder.

Perhaps each of
Us
Only has so much
Magic within?

Maybe,
Each of us only gets
So much
Madness.

Maybe
I've spent all mine,
Used all mine.

Maybe
I'm running on fumes
Thinking and
Not thinking
Of

You.

But what is this life
Without
This?

Words question what I am,
Who I am, and why I am.

They tell the stories we've
Heard too many times before.

And they tell stories
We'd wished we'd never hear
Again.

A lost whisper
Skips down the train tracks
What you've done to me
You can never
Take back.

Your eyes are heavy
In your head
You're the pencil
But baby,

I'm the lead.

Without me
You're a shell
Without me
Rusted bell

Don't be confused,
There ain't no magic
To my spell.