The sweet smell of raisins
fresh from the pack.
A lit cherry is a beating heart.
The wet end is as good
as kissed lips.
It makes my legs loose and
trembly like love.
Leaves me breathless and
achy.
Smoking scares you.
I smoke for inspiration,
the pains remind me I am alive,
and I'm not suppose to live forever.

The Dentist's Assistant at
the Dental Clinic
is without man.
For the 15 years I've gone there
she has watched movies
and has been single.

She has a rabbit.
Her life revolves around
her DVR and
trips to Disneyland,
but the needle that holds her spinning universe
up
is that rabbit.

Like an immovable Jenga brick,
one as stone,
the one that can't be pulled,
held onto so tightly by the other bricks --
their love.
But with enormous force, you can tear it apart.
That one little brick and the whole tower
collapses. Smashing the table.
Destroying her.

The simplest way to **** someone is to tear out their heart
and show it to them.

The barmaid,
the one with the toned forearms
and the cute accent,
looks like you.

Feelings come back momentarily.
I keep my mouth shut,
like I always have.
That's our relationship.

Congrats on your engagement.

With Jungle eyes
and cougar hide,
you sit at the bar in
idle conversation.
Your age doesn't fit
your face
but on your tummy,
just above your waist,
wrinkled nebulae and the half moon scar
show your whole universe.
And you show me the ethereal
ways of love and ***.
I thought there was more to it,
but that naive notion falls flaccid,
as you grab your dress,
pull it over your head
and leave.

I breathe in the cold day
and my lungs are chilled.
When I speak
the words dissipate
into nothingness so fast;
leaving no odor,
no form or meaning,
but smoke stays around.
There is passionate tenacity.
Just a kiss,
a little suction
and she feels me
with warmth and weight,
next to my heart and above my stomach;
right where love is.
It lingers with me
on my tongue,
in my throat.
I have to wash my hair twice to get her out.

Her eyes are not like the sun;
more red like coral red.
Her ******* are dun
and cold,
like snow.
Black wires grow on her head.
I think my love is rare
as any with false compare.
I know music hath a more
pleasing sound,
but I love to hear her
speak.

Bury me with the River Spirit.
Frozen underground,
surrounded by snow
in the heart of the canyon.
Let it hold me next to the babbles,
the falls, in the trees and among the cabins
I can't hear or see.
On my knees howling at the sun,
it shines down and
stings my frostbite.
Dead in the ground
when the canyons fail,
the waters halt and
all things fall and
I won't see you.
All things are harder to find
when you are in a wooden box
and buried.

I look and I see a bird
perched on a stack
or chimney or something.
Sometimes it would be nice to think naive thoughts
about whether these birds chirp with an accent;
that they say their vowels a little differently.

Directly, I understand I don't know anything yet,
and I directly see the world as knowledge,
but the choice is whether I purge the world and
set it on fire,
breath in the smoke.
I could choose naivety but I want flesh, blood, bone and ***.

I cross the yellow lines listening, wanting some punk destruction. Speeding, now, always, down the hill in N. I floor the pedal, screaming to the nightdreamers I was here. Burning the gasoline in my veins. They stay asleep. They don't deserve my howl, my cry, my kiss, but I'll keep screaming until my heart stops beating.

Hell is if I actually died.

She grabs me by my eyes.
Blinded by her beauty I try to find her,
but she has me in her right hand.
Yelling her name to let me see her,
I taste her thumb in my mouth and
the garbled question arises,
"what am I doing?"
She tastes like pennies.
I begin to trust her.
I allow her to take me.
She allows me to take her,
and I embrace her softly and
she tightens her grip.
She makes it for my heart.
The little pressure on my chest grows,
it becomes hard to breath.
It grows, I am confused.
With one final force she puts her foot up on my sternum and leaps back,
tearing off nose,
my incisors,
letting my eyes droop toward the floor.
All I can see are the shoes of the other she held with her left.