Lifeless body , without spirit
Nothing in mind , maybe an empty room
Something in hand , the muscle don't feel any release
Slips up when the neck curves
A weightlessness occurs when a perfect face , ground
Down and out , a way around ?
Her spirit is now to create life
To give happiness only to a deserver
Anyone , who could that be , but me

Stratosphere , protector by self
Barrier , eyes are stars to light up dark skies
Turns to a light
An ominous glow , so far
But so bright , nothing like the knight
But a warrior of happiness
Raye falling to earth
A heavenly experience

To everyone , but to herself
A guardian of our own mental health
What you see , eyes for me
Its all in-between
The non-belief
But to her demise
The diminished material to create her voice
Consumers of words
And the ideal of what I should be
But I said what I heard
No one could see , beauty was for me
To give , but no one would receive
The message hidden beneath

To catch your wondering eyes
And a magical feeling to hold you
The looking you do
Do not hold me too
Forget the inspiring lies
And the truth to **** lust
Was not trust
On another note
To hit the next
You need a love it  .

The dust of an afternoon nap crusts my eye,
It sprinkles down on my life and drags,
Slow and grudging, my legs can barely move,
To sink into coma, catatonic as a mountain,
Would be my dream come true, watching.
Waiting.

-March 2013

Left bank beards
in Beat hotel rooms,
a boulangerie breakfast
down the street and to the left,
and for lunch fresh baked bread and brie.
Letters sent home to fathers and mothers
singing sweet serenades of Paris
dressed up in autumn shades,
cheques for the royalties that'll
get them to Belize to write and swoon,
chat up ladies in the early afternoon;
where hotel fees that are treble those in the 5th,
bookshop stalls that'll never be found
another closing-down-establishment myth.

They were climbing with oxygen
long before we came along,
base camp poems written under
floor lamplight right before
the eyes of others.
Jett powered prose and wine in the light
sleight-of-hand punctuation and uptight
editors looking for finer narration.