the earth wrapped me in her green grape leafs, gave me nectarines for eyes, and a lightning bolt for lips,
Implanted smooth river rocks for hips,
Drift wood for thighs, and every seed known to man kind for a smile,
We are made of nature.

One night,
while on some tremendously great acid.
I watched the snow fall,
ever so softly,
illuminated by street lights.
It was the most beautiful thing,
I'd ever seen.
And truly,
it had very little to do with the drugs.
It was beautiful because...
Because I was there,
and because it was real.

Love is like driftwood
coming and going
with the tide

Love is a hurt animal
breaking the quiet
of the night

Love is like smoke
through a spiderweb
hard to hold onto

Love is pleasure, love is pain
like sunshine and rain.

At twenty-two years of age
I have experienced more death
than many of my elders.
In the past year alone
one expended his brains onto the ceiling
one died a mystery
face down in the river
one died in a car crash
on the run from the law
and the last faded into an ****** induced dream.
Twenty-two years
and I can no longer count the lost.

Ghosts
ghosts are real.
I know this
because I know men who see them.
Men who are...
to say the least rational.
Men who are of sound enough mind
not to believe in spectral forms
or fairy tales.
And still I've sat in rooms with such men
watched them cast a glance
toward empty corners.
Watched as their eyes glazed and brought them
elsewhere.
Ghosts exist in the mind.
And that which exists in the mind of men
is very much as real
as that which exists
in their physical worlds.

linger, even when the snow melts.
when the tires tread normally,
stay with me until morning,
dont leave abruptly,
linger.

i’ve just turned an umbrella into a skirt
(ok... a tiara)...
what the **** are you on about concerning
informal messaging when
all the postcards went missing?*

alt. title - song for the **** of a pin-up,
benny hill and the done exterior...
we all 'ad our glad tidings... few remembered
the tide, let alone the waves....
or so student fee bargains said: be it told.
scotch witches were greedy on the thought of it
becoming adventurous... english ones
gave it all up to paedophiles aged under 16 for ****...
as always the welsh were kept sacred...
the heart of the prince the people were symbolised as...
so the commoners the roses and the ***** ***** equal...
among the dragons and saintly conquests
and longbow men in France the cut of ****-off-****-you
of the index and middle equating a V... to you too!
i said something else, but got bored from writing it.

21st Century contraption of a mind , snatched from birth , taught how to "Walk the Line , " Hammered into conformity , Play Doh brains pressed in a mold , dressed , plopped on a conveyor , not one piece out of place ..
Our State cores a whole , pours a mandatory twelve years of robot ideology between our ears , who we should emulate , who we should fear
..  Fed factory Farm swill , sequester our imaginations , zero tolerance , shot full of Ritalin ...