cold
on a slab in cold storage, nothing but black, no me no
rigor mortis has my ***** in a vise yet,
I am not screaming
a mortician
comes in
gonna cut me up,
I try to utter scream,
BOO!!
Nothing comes out. So,
I issue forth a breath of
dying tissues know that is breathless,
as i held my breath , and farted my last issue!

I believe
that inside you
are new worlds
to discover.

Like Captain Kirk,
I am on a mission.
   ~mce

the first time i kissed you,
i tasted salvation.
sweet hymns sang between lingering touches
and my skin burnt with something that looked like heaven,
but felt like hell.
tell me something that will lift the fear from my shoulders
and soon the stale air im breathing in is too heavy in my lungs.
religion is a game of who's story you believe the most.
i feel internal life in your hands
i taste something sweeter than enlightenment on your lips.
and i found myself believing in you as fiercely as if i had found God.

perhaps it's because i can't draw that i write.
if i can persuade someone to create the image in their own head,
am i still the artist?

*(e.f.)

By a kitten's innocence,
A boy was fascinated.
"She hasn't met the world,"
The boy said.

"Have you met the world?"
Asked his brother.
"I know of killers and thieves,"
Was the boy's answer.

Not of sights, adventures,
Of love, life and its secrets.
By the world's cruelty,
A boy was disenchanted.