Fantasies, fantasies.
Oh, the options!
Sick ones, lame ones, and boring ones.
I have them all.
Except for little men.  No appeal at all.

Men? Women, too!
Who gives a ****, it's not a real *****.
Not even something I would ever do.

Blowing Oskar Schindler because he had such a big heart.
Britney Spears, I'll tear that ***** ***** apart!
Getting into serial killer's cars, hoping they tease me with a knife.
Smiling in ecstasy as they slit away my life.

Nazis! Nazis! Make me weak in the knees.
***** my family in the old country.
Here I  dream and say
"Yes, please!"

Some Japanese war-time brothel.
Hell, I could even be the runner of a geisha tea house.
These girls better answer to me,
not make a sound louder than mouse!

Dare not ask if anyone else has these thoughts, especially friends.
I know I will never see them again, if it comes out!

These pillows always sink
Into themselves,
Though you may thresh in vain.
Comfort is only
As far away as from here
To Rorschach,
From the drop of a coin
To the fall of a leaf.
The covers keep slipping
Up and past your feet,
Cold clings to porous holes
In 12 count Egyptian sheets.
Cotton sticks to skin,
Like the bristles of a crab;
You rub feet
Bunion to bunion,
Your hands clack
Claw to claw.
These comforts
Are only temporary,
Disposable,
Thrown from a window
Into a dumpster
And into your cave,
To pervade your oceans
With our human stench.
Despite caverns
And sky between you
And the cold city outside,
The shiver sticks,
Stays on your back
Like sessile sponges
On unsuspecting mollusks.
As the lobster
You rise from the deepest darks
Of night-time in the sticks,
To peer out with tentative antennae
At the messy alley you come to
Lie down in when sleep comes to
Take you away from
A life where the pillows never puff,
The covers never wrap,
And the comfort of your cave
Is always cold.

I bobbed on your crests,
I floated on your glades,
You drowned in loveliness,
I loved your ugliness.
Haze covered all and made it vague,
Like some dream flitting from heart to mind.
We walked on these shores,
We kissed under these stars;
The heavens were set up to shield us,
The moon was made to be compared.
Contrast to your black night face,
Pale white satellite never compared;
It pulls at our oceans,
Tugs on our sea-strings,
Plays my harp
And teases your zither.
Your voice melts into the pitch,
Your eyes shine through the gleam;
The streetlights vainly interrupt.
It happens once every so often,
Love like this,
This sort of kiss,
This kind of embrace,
This warmth on my face.
I am drowning in our boiling oceans of love.

(My lady in waiting
Was a cougar crouched in the brush.)
Brush it off, no big deal.
I'll console myself
By talking to strangers,
Fraternizing with friends
And enemies alike.

Maybe old men
Fornicating at my image
Is better than true friendship,
Tangible attachment or comfort.
Maybe I never needed it.
(The look and feel of
Printed words on a screen.)

(Maybe the chill was me,
Maybe I am a bit nippy.)
No time was spent
Trying to harvest this field,
Cold winter took all in bloom,
Fresh compassion plucked
Before ripeness came to play.

What was I to you?
We suspected a dream.
I comforted you in
The idea that I was there,
That I could listen.
(My lady in waiting
Was a cougar crouched in the brush.)

I could taste you in my mouth.
Savoring every last drop from when we last met.
The leaves were changing, falling and pulsating.
In this autumn chill,  I knew you would come back.
I hung on desperately like those leaves, to your infrequent letters.
They didn't come when you promised.
As this season always returned, so did you.
I licked my lips.

The times of past had been rough.
Misunderstandings.
I could just feel it in the air, maybe things wouldn't be the same.

We were finally alone.
You always preferred crowds to me, but that was just your nature.
What did that matter now?
I was ready to surrender to you.
I could taste you in my mouth again.

And just like so many times before, your palm struck my cheek.
Crumbled my body like those leaves.
I remembered the man I waited for.
Another hit and a push again.
I was tasting the blood mixed with fear.
I waited a whole year.
You repeated yourself.
There was no doubt, I was tasting you in my mouth again.

Clouds overhead and people do not talk
ever since the incident
Investigators try to understand what happened
but no one will say a thing
What investigators don't understand
is that this incident has ripped from the people's soul
the color has faded in the land of Xulusalntas.
I remember the times when the colors were grand
and the people were nice
the arts were known well
but ever since the incident
everything has changed
in the land of Xolusalantas.

adoring you is effortless
so easy and free
how I wish everyone can experience love to be.

first conversation brewed into a raincloud of thoughts.
and ideas made us a stream,
and before I knew it,
the stream carved out the side of a canyon
and it happened
all underneath the glowing moon
that was your compassion
that became a river
so large that only your love of me could fill it
the chill in the air was my reservations
but before I knew it

my heart turned into some sort of wild salmon
swimming away from me!

Skipping stones, Breaking bones
Jumping stones on riverbeds of jones
Dancing to the Stones while smoking bones

Crashing cars under the stars
Driving cars through concrete jars
Shooting stars way above convertible cars

Warm air passes through there
Cool brisk air blesses Blue Day'd fair
Oh where art thou fair, It was there soon it will be here

Dancing away the night dressed as a modern day knight
Way above floats a kite, Oh what a blessed sight
Closing night, don't put up a fight

Dressing to the nine Bump and Grin(d)e
You looked so devine, I shall sit a while and pine
Through the withering pine, We shall go at nine

Enjoy me for awhile as we sharpen the crocadile
Hot waxed tile, Drinking oxen bile
Stay around while, For I am about to get on the dial

Video spin DJ Twist up a jay
As we begin to sway In a new way
Never gay Today I will stay

Enjoy don't be a toy
A girl and boy listen to Tolstoy
For Orbison of Roy will begin to destroy

If truth were nothing but a blur
Would the rumors fly on broken wings
Facts served out of can size meals
Lies leaving dents in side cars driven
By mystified stories of blusterous beings
Would history make any money
Selling its news to TV anchors
Who only twist the hands of fate
How would it come about
Where would it end if it had no beginning
What would the middle man's beat be
How would it be foretold if it had no before
So it may seem as a blur
As truth only starts out as a hazy remark
Untwist the hands of time
As history unfolds iself
Leaving manuscripts of unanswered questions
Questionable doubt lynches itself
Through remarkable words
With expeditive tension
Trapped beneath the big hand of epic proportions
Open your eyes to clarify opinionated intelligence
Impressions left in the sands of time

All it took was a suit in DC with a word,
on the back of a lie that everyone heard.
We were sold on the threat of mass destruction,
a war just to fuel our massive consumption.
"We're giving these people democracy no less"
but when we stand up and raise our voice in protest,
for our brothers and sisters that die over there,
it gets spun in our face to make out we dont care.

Whilst Wall Street and senators sit home and get rich,
my brother was killed by a bomb in a ditch.
Why do we let those with nothing to lose,
be the ones who decide, be the ones who choose,
what happens to children other than their own,
who go off to fight but dont always come home?
The world is in chaos and everyone's right,
but can't even agree on the cause of the fight.

So we sit here at home by the phone and TV,
just waiting to hear and just waiting to see,
a glimpse of our loved ones so far far away,
or their voice telling us they survived one more day.
Fear not my brothers who leave home shores,
to fly round the world and fight in their wars,
you are as much in our thoughts as you always have been,
long before yellow ribbons and magnets were seen.

One day you'll be home and back in our lives,
our brothers and sisters and husbands and wives.
But sadly not all will come home alive,
in caskets with flags on dead heroes arrive.
And I pray for justice for those that we've lost,
that someone will answer for this terrible cost,
that one day war will be a thing of the past.
Let the world live in peace, and a peace that will last.

Endless nights of playing a game
Pleasurable fights, all the same
Arrogant fathers sending their spies
Plausible faith based on sensible lies

Tumble out of bed and greet regret
Stumble outside, light a cigarette
Take a drag and consider what to say
Redundant motion on a recurring day

With each turn I meet a well-known face
How could I not while I reside in this place
It is hard to tell if I am awake.
The line is dead that parted real and fake