the last time i saw you
the last time i heard your voice
was midnight - news years eve
i looked into your eyes, as deep as beautiful puddles
you said to me "be safe my love, my king, my sweetie pie"
you whispered it in my ear as soft as a pillow that i have just fluffled
by beating it
punching it
hurting it
and that is what you did to my heart
oh baby, oh darling, oh sweetpea, you have slaughtered me
never to see you again
because i am dead and in a grave
and it is all your fault

you run home to me, peeling off your sweaty socks
you toss them in the laundry
is there any moment more beautiful than this?
i think not.

i see the crumbs you leave in the floor from your tasty bagel
crunch crunch
im so happy you have found a food you enjoy
is there any moment more lovely than this?
i think not.

i hear your screeches as you sing along to katy perry's "swish swish"
finally we agree on a song we like
because you like pop
and i like songs about fighting
i'm so happy i could spend this moment with you
is there any moment more fun than this?
i think not.

i taste your sprouts you have prepared for me
fresh picked from the garden
i used to not like sprouts but once you gave them to me they were delicous
is there any moment more precious than this?
i think not.

i feel your bones lurking underneath your skin
to think everyone has a skeleton
is disturbing and disgusting
but your skeleton fills me with love and light
to know there is a part of you that will never disappear
is there any moment more astounding than this?
i think not.

i smell your odor and pheromones after your run
to me, they smell like pheromones
a truly beautiful aroma and fragrance
is there any moment more crooshal than this?

i think not.

steamy scent of sugary sweet syrup
wafting aroma of waiting wafflies
a mountain of fruit
towers of grape, rolling bouncing

why is that peepole do not want breakfast
the most important meal of the day
energy for the day (and the night)

Little Monkey, why do you not see that you need this energy
to keep up with me and my fast pased life
i know that it can be hard, my Darling o’ Mine
but just try and we will happie

i remember you
your toned muscles
and your smooth chin
my fingers would slide down it like a sheet of paper on a river of melted butter

i remember when you left
it felt like my heart was breaking
splitting in two like a fault line
an earthquake overtook me
take cover.

i remember when you called me again
you sounded happy
like you had found something better
a better life without me

i remember when i hung up on you
i needed - and need - something more
something that only self-love can bring me
i don't need you
but i know what i do need
caring

paper-thin beetle wings,
flying one moment,
the next smashed on today’s newspaper,
evoking a strange sense of satisfaction

consciousness
fear
pious
eliminated from an entire society

the professor (sly swine)
can’t trust anyone but himself
obscure texts made no sense to me

lazy 0s and 9s - so many distractions
people ought to be happy (missing context)

once i had a dream
of the wide blue sea
sialing so far, water splashing me

i love the little *****
they remind me of fancey restaurants

when i was growing up
i dreampt of fishing, fisheries
sciences and mainagement.

then i got lost in the big cities that
were land loocked, and i missed the ocean
where i felt so at hom

kelp swayeing in the waves
and poiporsoies jumping from the salty

so then i ran away
from the sad montony of city life
to get lost out at sea
in my hapy place.