hand-powered     for John Paul

we are without shirts.  our ribs, unshared.  

     you lift a mud flap to recall small stones
from a frog’s belly.  


light     for Noah

you write quickly in the dark.

we know better
than to love
the room.


advice for a kind of passage*     *for Jacob

invent only
what you
remember

with so many people in the world
it feels in
*******
possible
that anyone can feel lonely
but somehow
in my bedroom
at eight
i sit in my bed
surrounded by undone chores
in two jackets
in stiffling heat
just to imagine
that there is someone else in bed beside me
and this **** is driving me
insane
because
i know it can't
be that hard
to find someone to
love-- or **** that
someone to give a ****
for an hour
even if
you're drunk and their tongue is in your tonsils
but they say i have a problem
discerning 'love' from 'lust'
i know it can't be that hard
but it feels
like i am
permanently
****** up
because all i want
is someone to rip the skin
off of my bottom lip
because when they leave the next day
the black-blue stains on my
skin will linger just a bit longer

Thank you everyone for the inspiration!!

for more info http://www.un.org/en/events/poetryday/

Birthdays are foolish;
a day is simply a day,
nothing is special.

7,000  's   gipsy's swung together
and hijacked that starship
and it gave it music and dreams
even though it was    ones self
have you seen the      star's tonight
and are you not surprised by
the wasted light years
which now we call our own
so move your mind and come with me and ride
into a space sHip past Mars.

As you get older
and the effect of years
Man they want you to wear Pampers
and i might be alone here

Man no I will **** myself.

Thank you nurse.  :-)

'Never deprive yourself.

Girls you know this
Never ever, let a man think
green fields and all things like this
today a field tomorrow a town
green fields soft like a iderdown
Never ever, let a man think.

I like it when the lights go down
dream begins.

A
Bruise I find
on my mind
where has my mind been.