Plant the seeds of words within your mind
And there they will grow larger in due time.
Don’t be afraid to mix them with the soil
That in your mind does translate the world.
Feed them often through photosynthesis
By reading lamp upon a creaky desk.

Don’t worry what ideas I had when
I dug up words by trowel of my pen,
Then placed them neatly down upon the page
And closed the book to leave them in the shade.
Now the leafs lie waiting for your eyes
To water them and watch them come alive.

What plants will you grow when you close the spine?
What seeds will you plant with these words in mind?

And where it began: I said I’ll have
Olives in my drink. To feel alive
In my drunk mind I think all love is near
So sip me quickly like a martini

I saw once in a movie this before
(I’m not supposed to watch the ***** bits)
But eye can see between my little fingers
And I can do exactly what he did

So here I wait just hoping for a lover
I’ve searched all over, up and down this cup
Found pitted little olives floating on their own
Salty burning down my throat and tongue

Experi-mental drinking isn’t safe
It cannot find a single (stand) to reason
But don’t attempt to (under)estimate
You end up with a headache and can only

And where it began: I said I’ll have
Olives in my drink. To feel alive
In my drunk mind I think all love must be
Near by, so sip a sip of my ****-tail.

I saw once in a movie this before
(I’m not supposed to watch the ***** bits)
But eye can see between my little fingers
End I can do exactly what he did

So here I wait just hoping for a lover
I’ve searched all over, up and down this cup
Found pitted little olives floating on their own
Salty burning down my throat and tongue

Experi-mental writing isn’t safe
It cannot find a single (stand) to reason
But don’t attempt to (under)estimate
You end up with a headache and can only

Love comes and goes like Autumn wind that blows;
It whips us up like dead seeds from the mud,
When life has left us grounded from the flood,
That dripping downward Fall upon us throws.

We can’t control just where or when it grows,
Nor where our fragile souls the gust may thud.
Nowhere can we see our flower bud
As up and down we float like rhythmic prose.

Yet love, oh love, your tale must surely not end here,
When Winter holds us frozen in its grasp,
For soon the sun will shine when skies they clear,
And melting snow Spring’s forth our love at last!

Though next the Summer sun will warmly shine,
The Autumn wind cannot be far behind…

h/th/everywh/
ere

i meet myself again

someth/com/laugh/
ing

tells me where he is

how many times a day can a heart break
stretching bending sinking
at small things
like

shadows falling sideways across
paths you often walk
a funny joke
a shoe

yearning and yawning as the wide world
a great big changing world
one which breathes
and dies

and one which sighs and wakes
a heart that's always open
never has a chance
to heal

but the breaking of a heart does not mean pain
hearts break when they fall in love
hearts break in the spring
a heart

can hold a moment close
but must let it go again
and again to feel
the world

THe two on tHE right

      OFfer no appeAL

     They the city their

     with shiny metal and

      Reflect
     only unnatural lights

      And longwinded rushing

      Or stop.    And go.  That

      sound of cars

Left      of these the me, I, am,

     is drawn in
     Siren Songs Touching
        
     my ears sink

     The only bridge with high arches

          And spelled out latin
     Words that house two Mermaids:

      Mermaids on both sides (responsible
     for the 'coos         ' )

     And near the middle of the bridge,
     there is a small plaque, only
     Visible when crossed properly
     (on foot) and reads:

     "BY sea and land we prospER"

     but by now i think it must be the other way around

It's no longer what would I do if,
But what should I do because...