Breaths of Liquid O2,
Too thick to speak,
Where you drown
And feel fully alive.

Heat and burn like a reactor.
Expression radiates and pools
(So Freudian),
Then you Submerge,
Choke Gurgle Spew
Run in desperate aspiration,
Always faster
Or lie still,
Drink antiseptic,
And try to cut it out.

Hot fever,
Wash me in you,
Steam rising from bodies
Cures like a lightening rod,
Pull me into you,
Ground me.

We quake and thunder.
Explosive storms twist space
And save gravity,
Let time tick, and affection unwind me.

She is the antecedent to my happiness,
The center of my universe,
My sun.
When she lights my days,
The world is dressed in warmth
And even nights may hold her glow,
Reflected in tender memory
of promise and affection.

But this is a dark night.
I sit in bright illumination
And I know it dark
By the lack of beauty in bland colors
Not even a billion billion ball of burning light
Can make the world radiant.

Bursting taps
Like broken feet
Crack,
Droning a beat.
Exclamations and hearts.

Facebook Frankenstein:
Nerves made senseless,
By hyperbolic sentiments.
Stripped as wires,
Latex skin and a rib removed,
Bringing the heart close to the keys.

Orchestrated wires and pulleys
Raising muscles like curtains.
Brushing ***** bleached hair,
Catching fingers like paper cuts.

A hollow form,
Designed in California,
Approved in New Jersey,
And made in some sweat shop.

Flash your smile,
Take your soma,
Dream of MTV;
You're the nightmare of my society.

A pretty girls blush,
Is a young boy's badge,
To wear as a smile,
That's really a mask.

Playing at love,
The game without rules.
Plucking dates for daisies,
Inside, a fool.

Run round the playground,
Chase girls, make them cry.
All of your insults
A beating lie.

Kiss girls, lest they spoil,
As I wish I'd mine.
Instead I called her stupid
And watched our love die.

I followed the tide
Into the sea
And now I feel
Her tug on me.

I followed the tide
For want of her feel,
Of soft frothy foam
And currents warm,
And feel her I do,
Tugging on me.

I followed the tide
When she was in,
In her I played,
As sun traversed sky
In her I stayed.

I followed the tide,
To bring her back
And now I'm with her,
In the black.

Lit by my eyes
Your cigarette lips
Purse and draw deep,
Dragging me close.

Inhaling me slow
And catching my breath,
Your words like a cocktail
But I'll tie the stems.

Mingle like scents,
around us they mate,
Two lotus pair lips
We both must taste.

Open those lips,
Take a few sips.
Then to the floor,
My hand in yours.

Tumble and roll,
Stumble and dance,
Always laughing,
Forever that chance.

Next to the bed,
Hush what was said,
Now with the lights
Only clothes fight.

My hand in yours,
We greet the morn,
All sheets and smiles,
And back to our wiles.

Saplings were you and I,
When first I fancied your hair
As it swirled in golden locks
Catching sunlight from the air.
It hid for shame in your tresses,
Your glow was its despair.

But let romance weep,
As it was it was not my heart
That fluttered to your proud display,
And a less noble love
Held my gaze upon that day.

It is not winds of fate
Nor planted seeds
From which our love has grown.
And as years have passed
Trust has wrapped
To cradle bark or bone.
Twisting as two trees,
For fear of falling blown.

Though others might have been,
We are as two trees grown together,
True love’s best end.

A lurid tiger billows,
Across the charcoal sky,
Uncontained by nature,
All’s sanguine beneath it’s stride.

Zigzagging electric segments
Crack like ice in spring.
Spitting biting droplets,
Which spatter, whirl, and sing.

I sat on a dock,
Minding my own,
On a lovely summers day.
When all at once,
A pretty lass,
With a smile cast
And bundled hair of hay,
Chose to stroll
Just a bit too near
And she took my heart away.

Taken aback, was I,
That such a girl
Would ever look my way.
And as she’d passed,
By some slip of God
Her shoulder’d caught my own.

First a tumble
And then a roll,
Over the edge I’ve gone,
Into my boat,
That’s now afloat
Out here on the open sea.

No land is here
But I feel it’s near
And so with one oar I’ll row.
Call me fool or naïve,
What care I of you?
For as I fell over the edge
I swear she’d said
“I love you.”

Pillowy clouds sheet the sidewalk
And sew the hue of rain. In patches
A beautiful blanket - transparent and grey.
All wrapt round, her ruffled bleached flax
All over her lambent crossed legs.

In her hand is an open bag
Of Classic, Potato Chip, Lays.
They taste so sweet,
The sharp salty flakes,
As she breaks them tongue and teeth.

She sits with glossy sunflower lips.
Swaying her hair with a turn and a twist.
Letting the breeze direct cerulean eyes.
Following linear passersby.
And taking a chip from her bag,
Into her mouth,
She feels the time drag.

Through a pane of glass
I am fallen in love
Of porcelain skin and gold-spun hair.

Her downcast eyes
Not once
Meet mine,
For I am coy and cautious.
But through this pane,
By my gaze
Her Heart I’ve caught and courted.

Her mind is sound,
Her temper even,
Her wit will drive you mad,
And she is mine
Behind the glass
To forever hold and have.