touch and allure
blush  lipstick  make me see
the horizon surely
where the trees gray clouds
the lake all merge
into cerulean
indecipherable
jumbles of arms  legs lips like the clouds trees
lakes green
melt into distances
the soft eyes see
everything

Sharp shards
Shine on
Cracked glass thoughts
Of you
Cut my fingers
& transcendence
Took over
I wrote us
In sticky scarlet

on
  the
     river
where
  
a twig
  leaf
    a bit of
there

float
   down
       stream
aware

the tug
    tow
       drift
abounds

I feel
    almost
        calm
surrender

to life's
     magnets
         cores
electrons

all that's
      in me
          deeper
where

I feel
      that
            draw
that

picture
       of a curve
            an undertow
framed

in sudden
      cold a
           splash
wetter

than any
       euphism
            I spew
******

Spitting on your momma's grave
you start to think about happiness,
silly jokes and rainy clouds.
It's okay to be dark sometimes.
And we can be kids,
kids for days.
Hanging on the old cassettes,
being kids for days.
Please let them forget our faces.
Set them free.
And no more rainbows, please,
no more sugar free sodas.
You can keep the change.
Sleeping early is only good
if you wake up late.
Oh, momma, this is the end.
Can we be kids for days?

Every little word comes with a price.
Shapes and figures,
instant past,
the time, oh, the knowledge.
We can do it, loving a piece of tree,
hating the dance of leafs,
giving, oh, always giving
to receive.