my desires cling to the undesriable
my intentions filtered through the silk of intentionlessness
futile attempts to participate
condemned to mute lethargy
and yet, a remote part of myself
is providing the musical score!
The dance is fragmented
disjointed
sweet little morsels
sprinkled delicately upon an unsatisfied foundation
and the deliberate little voice
chirps like a bird
just being is enough
all the rest is in good fun

Yeah but he doesn't look like a normal mailman.
Why does he wear that robe?
Does he scheme? Is his life not limited to the docile act of dropping off letters into the boxes of the innocent?
He has ulterior motive, his aura is acidic.
I've already called the neighbors.
Just watch him, that robe, his intentions are not of predictability, his agenda curls like smoke from home to home.
Keep an eye on that mailman.

For every toe
may there be 2 antennae (proclaimed God, the mighty *****)
And for every eye
a tired worm.
The heart of the world
is bubbling over
it's laughing and scratching
and laughing,
oh now it's coughing.

Her mind reels
a spinning top
of endless work
as they stack more and more and more and more and more
when will she breathe?
Does she want to?
She knows the stress is overbearing
so much that dissociation
is her only paid vacation
"my schedule is better this week...
as long as I don't eat lunch."
It is well known
that her tenacity is unparalleled
her stubborn work ethic
unbreakable. unsurpassed, inspiring.
Just make sure, little squirrel
in the midst of battle
that there will be time
for your soil and seeds

the guru of garden
quietly shines
as she nourishes her babies
and finds the time
to sing the verse
of her great love
her joy
spring time

Slinky mind rivulets
intravenous channels
having their way.
Syntactic synergy
trickling streams
of deep crimson
crawl the carvings.

The void is a tender tunnel
a soft serene muffled jungle
peer into the patient eye
of leveling paradox

silence, the Siren
where power deconstructs
the struggle meets its maker
tendril limbs of limitation
have lost their hold

Bring it on
bring it all on
such weight
is but a feather of light

Misanthropic flagellum
quarter sized mellon
left foot stirrup
is hoping for rebellion
They tell you what
and They tell you how
"it's all right here
it's all right now"
forget the words
and drop the form
to know the cold
first know the warm
a drizzly dream
black dollop of cream
onward in silence
you continue to scream
The warriors path
is riddled with unease
the harder it gets
the more you believe
And when you die
look God in the eye
and say "**** it was hard,
but oh what a time."

Fluffy dripping carpet
scarlet red and aware
yellow flowers appear
and disappear.
The sub conscious
like formless cement
liquid metallic taste
intricate intravenous
throat tube salad.
I have
have you?
The human mind
licking the nebulas
sweeping the galaxy
warm muck mesh.
Questions swim
like immature tadpoles
in the pond
of being.
We live to dine
with illusory confusion
she always orders
the most expensive wine.