the  only sensation
more satisfying
than scratching an itch
that you just can't ignore
is the euphoria
which overloads
an insignificant little mosquito's miniscule brain
as it ***** that precious drop of blood from your insignificant veins

Before beginning something new,
One must know The Steps-

The first Step is admitting-
that this mess is not beautiful
beauty is an opposite (not an element)

that we cannot sit here for eternity
that it's all just a freckle on a giant plan

The second Step is forgetting-
everything that was said, heard, read
all the things that stayed a maybe

the revolutions that never got bought
the ones who shone brighter than the sun.

The third Step is moving on;
seeing what lies in the Far East
and giving away the last CD's

saying goodbye to ecstasies
pulling together, and turning around.

I traveled West in a rowboat
To discover the world is flat
And all the people who live there are flat too

So when I reached the edge
I paddled harder still
Into the raging falls of nothingness

Floating in infinity
The Earth now far behind
I waited for somebody

To notice I was gone

No search party was sent out, no posters put up,
My face never made the milk carton

My Earthly doubts were verified
I could not be flat,
Flat like the rest of them

To those who like
(you could say I'm fishing
to see who's)
reading between
(paying attention to
the meaning of)
the lines

There is no
.
to this poem

In all my life I never tried to
.
out the wisdom I didn't know

I re
ac
(hed)
ted
the wrong way a few
x

I still do at
x
but I care about *s
and try not to care about #s

I pay attention to i's
both of them

One day someone will find me in the
lab
r
(nth degree - the lengths I'd go to to hide and wish to be found)

I think that's the
.