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of which
is humor
and of
which is
life
that our
dry mouths
gape
at the beauty
of death?  
old princesses
and young
hobgoblins
will
laugh at
our
naiveté
that imitates
picnic blankets
and checker boards.
"Many perished
precisely
because
they were young
and beautiful."

Andre Breton
laughs
with our age
and our age
laughs
at time
and time laughs
at half
played grand pianos
and full moons
and they laugh
at our fingers
which fumble
at life
and life
fumbles through
humor.

of which is humor
and of
which is life
we wonder
as water clogged
ears strain to
hear.
or listen?
Inspired by the great Andre Breton's book Dark Humor
It is
My turn
For a ration
Of
Pain in this
Minute world
Where my
Tongue
Becomes a rug
For muddy
Shoes to
Scratch upon
And where my
Heart becomes
A marbled
Gravestone.
Your eyes
wrap around
my heart
and i miss you.

i searched for
the keys
as i brushed
the teeth
of a black square
that has ******
me in
deep
and i miss you.

Your smile
skips a beat
tentatively
and brightens
a tear in
my eyes
and i miss you.

i stumble along
the rainless
path that sings
the nebulae's
lullaby
and I miss you.

Your love waves
over me
such as the gravity
that hit Newton
and rips my
ribcage where
I keep those
keys I was
searching for
and I miss you.

The sun that
is cracked and dry
only clocks in
when it wakes up
in a present
eternity
at this moment
only.

and i miss you.
butterflies scream,
wilted flowers weep
my loneliness holds me
in my sleep

toss and turn
that faithful friend
is here to stay
until my end

clinging to shadows
my blood it infects
until the noose tightens
around my neck

the puncture marks
in my arm
of the needle
keeps me warm

induced chemicals
in the red stream it goes
that loneliness inside
high and low

the end I see
no tunnel of light
finally I know, and I
cling to life...
                       With
                                  all
                                        my
                             might
He knows
how to light up
my evenings
and brighten
my mornings.
He would give me
the songs of the stars,
he would ignite
me with a sheen
of sweat.
flushed,
I grace my
cigarette with a
kiss from the flame,
like he enflames me
and we rise
through
this cloud of smoke.
burnt,
we are caught
within the barrel
of time,
our infinites between
then and now.
I ***** out
the cigarette
with his memories
and together
we are born by the
clouds
up to the distant
sun.
I found myself
Today.
I glimpsed it,
A mere shadow
In the treetops
That I could not
Reach.
It slid
And flitted,
Sliding through my
Fingers
Like a silken ribbon.
I am
No more.
we were
sitting so close,
and he pulled
our blue and white
plaid blanket
over our heads.

this is where
we shared our first
kisses,
and our first
"i love you's"
and lost our
first innocences.

and underneath
he whispered in
my ear,
"we are hiding from
the world,
just you and I.
and then we
will face the world
together"

and so we are.
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