don't feel sorry for me.
I am a competent,
satisfied human being.

be sorry for the others
who
fidget
complain

who
constantly
rearrange their
lives
like
furniture.

juggling mates
and
attitudes

their
confusion is
constant

and it will
touch
whoever they
deal with.

beware of them:
one of their
key words is
"love."

and beware those who
only take
instructions from their
God

for they have
failed completely to live their own
lives.

don't feel sorry for me
because I am alone

for even
at the most terrible
moments
humor
is my
companion.

I am a dog walking
backwards

I am a broken
banjo

I am a telephone wire
strung up in
Toledo, Ohio

I am a man
eating a meal
this night
in the month of
September.

put your sympathy
aside.
they say
water held up
Christ:
to come
through
you better be
nearly as
lucky.

Words with many colors and textures
laugh at the canvas.
Paths of green mossy thickness
reverberate through the glade.
Satin layers of magenta barely
stain the surface.
Pacing the magic canopy
up and out of our heads.
There is so much wisdom in knowing
too much education renders us
thoughtless.
The dance of time stands still
with the taste of freedom on our tongues.

This is beyond me... I cannot
deny what has and is
grown in me...
The lust of your free soul and
how I could just drink it all,
and you would twist and scream,
while powerless
lying there...
Cry with pain unable to resist
and to
the overtake and split... You, not me...
Oh, such sweetness of such power!
And your lust drives me
insane, while I drink more,
mixing with wine;
And me, howling with a beast's voices
And you mumbling that
passion is impossible
there is none...
And the finale.
When lust...
lusting overcomes two hearts,
rustling, holding tight...
touching...
And when the sky falls and thousands
of those tiny monsters cry out
and our own drooling beasts
break away and shoot,
shoot, shoot to the sky and
mix with passing train
and pain... and
pleasure...
Cry.

(c)kRu, 1997