Watching nothing
       I ponder
about questions I can't find.
      Walking the segmented street
The ground bleeding my feet
                  and twisting
                  green stems
                      I seem
                     to want
                   for         A
         difference that cannot.
     Nervous
                                  tension
    People
                  Worried
                                     In motion

It never stops.
You'll never know the delight
the sadhappy of truth

Be w/me

   See w/my eyes

                Watch how you are

Liberate this night,
Pull (break) open the gentle shades
       that hide
Crawling eyes and
                     whisper faces.
Go

                    Go! from me
          Single staged
                 body,
                                  Lighted
                    Flower.
Don't return for the
                               white sun,
                 Nor gold moon
                            But
                    Keep w/you
                   the silver howl
                      of the trees.

I've got this girl;
Deep jet-streamed streets unraveling before this machine,
Her head seems poised against my lap,
Resting eyes
   I wonder what magic that brain            stores
when left in its primal
Imaginative spark.
The darkness of the Hiway
Can't conceal your
Fate,
Love

In tense summer,
      the air above screeching
a mild note
For any soul to ponder.
                  Killing simple minds
    with intriguing sheath-
That smooth,
          cruel blade.
In of itself is
nothing,      Except for you,
               Your wonder,
My timeless seething brain
Oozing curiosity on an
         undeveloped picture;
Black room.
      Animals in a laboratory
testing fate
                     and
                            You.

In a pale light the sense is made alike,
W/in a lucid trance between time and being
            The world is halted,
and the psyche is free to roam its unprecedented, formless
Labyrinth of secrets and of
questions,
         Answers are sparse,
But the ambition of men
Tearing monstrously at the
delicacy of these phantom
         quantities
is what keeps the answers hidden,
      And lingering in a patient limbo