in a river flow
you see me I am
a limb  or leave
soft demeanor when I float down
I am at nature's mercy;
quite like now.

You see my limbs thrash
trying to tread water as
no one else does

you get high when I am
low when I sink under;
you are my lifesaver.

Then, on the shore I come up on,
you are there, a hand hold,
you are my float.

I've floated on other streams,
went under, many times.
Never came up gasping
seeing my dreams.

Never have I paddled over
limbs and debris,
raised my head and seen  
heaven.

Really mean bullies are like slinkies
Not good for much
but they bring a smile to people's faces
...when pushed down the stairs
Some truly unkind people
who hurt others to build themselves up
are pretty much still alive
Only because
It is illegal to **** them
But you know what?
Maybe that is just because they need a high five
...in the face...
...with a brick.

The curvature of my fleeting thoughts
Have reached an unexpected capacity
To further torture my already tortured soul.
The distance between time and space is
A vague line unconcerned with
The confusing corrosion laying it's
Framework down in my mind.
The agonizing moments when one
Drifts away into a hollow truth of
Knowing that you will never be able to escape.

                                                      ...sm (11.23.14)

I want you like one
who only sees sun
through one window
well known in
the darkness alone

I yearn for you like
grass for morning dew
the stars for the moon
with the rising tide and
nighttime gloom

your perfume drives me
mad, it drives me forward
towards the steep cliff
of self-destruction
but there are such pretty
flowers down there
among the rocks

the way you talk makes
me feel alone, my desires
still unknown to you
but my pain & time
are but sorry gifts
distractions from my
short comings

how do you feel knowing
I suffer for you?

how would you react to
knowing I die a little
when you smile?
the world around gets
drained of grandeur
with your beauty
so imposed and
thrilling to endure

your scent makes me
me mad with want,
it's peppered with
my own lonelines

far more intense than a need
I want that perilous leap, though
I am not a man but
mistakes laid in heaps
at your feet

allow me home,
that fleeting feeling of it

shelter from the storm
that rages as time
wears thin the sin
now left drably within

I will find your center,
with it my own,
in flesh & bone
I shall crumble

I am humbled

I am what you see
now before you