I've been falling,
for over a year and a half,
falling very fast,
two weeks ago,
I finally hit the ground,
with a resounding splat,
I never realized,
I could lose my sense of direction,
because falling is usually down,
but I was falling in,
deeper and deeper,
each day,
losing myself along the way,
my head is no longer,
in the clouds,
my feet,
are firmly planted,
the landing hurt like hell,
but it feels good to be standing.

"This s.o.b. has got Tourette's.
Who knows what he might say? We'd better
Get him under before he rises.
Sterilize something fast!"

I'm awake for the time being. When sleep comes
I shall play the perfect display of my bacillus. Reposing
On the white table like a necrotic pieta. Off to my
Left I can hear those touchstones spinning in fine sockets,
Sterilizing my hands by binding my feet. Soon I will be
A paragon of grunting celluloid, clutched at by
Heated hearts to wrinkle and shear.
I can already taste the cleanser.

Rubber foam, steel clamp and tongue depressor.
Excise the black portions with a serrated life,
You might as well. Because it doesn't matter
How much morphine sits in the delirium drip.
I'm still alive: the crush and blink in Boris Karloff eyes.

When I gather up my self in the morning.
I will be instructed to take all Ten a day
And check in regularly. Despite the cold,
Despite the heat, the embryo has quite failed.

Oh no!
I have just been diagnosed,
With a case of Extreme Stupidity,
My doctor says its probably terminal,
But with advanced methods and invasive procedures,
My chances of survival,
Are, at best, hopeless,
With proper treatment,
And a well-balanced diet,
I should be able to overcome the side-effects of the medication and therapies afforded by the state-run institutions,
And return to a 'normal and happy stupidless life'
There is no family history of this disorder,
But ten-out-of-twelve succumb to it,
So he says,
As I try and do the math,
The manifestation of this illness becomes clear,
Ten of twelve is equal to...umm...let's see...if there were one hundred...divided by...umm...okay wait...say we had twelve...or no ten...hold on...let's round this up to the nearest number...what is thirteen..dividing it by eleven...when chances are...2:1...is that what he said? Oh ****! I am terminal...minus 1.

I love U in every way!
I love U'r smile, you brighten the day.
I love U'r laughter, you lift my spirits.
I love U'r voice, you sing to my heart.
I love U'r eyes, you capture my soul.
I love U'r witty humor, you make me want more.
I love U'r passion for life, you inspire my passion.
I love U'r very essence, you enchant me.
I love U in every way!
Regrettably from afar!

If you look closely,
you'll see my soul speak.
peel your eyes and watch--

the subtle jaw and fist clenches,
rise and fall of the chest
shiver up the spine
listen carefully
my soul speaks--

tongue pressing to teeth
chin lifted, eyes down
elbows bent, knees locked
these words
become phrases

tears welling, not falling
hips swaying and popping.
heart pounding, neck retreating
I've spoken whole novels
in these articulations

to know oneself, stop talking.
your soul speaks in your body:
start watching

I was summoned this morning - who knows who or why
Called out by the silence of the whispering city
Called out to come and watch the light grow
To sit in silence; icy feet, icy toes

As the drunks cuddled up together in bed
     Alone I sat by the sea
As their passions resolved, and their hangovers grew
     Alone I sat by the sea

For this is time to escape to the North
Where the birds hide their secrets desperately from us
Like the world of before, whose life still exists
And each death is but change - no me, and no you

And we cannot get their together you see,
Nor travel alone. For we've always been
Like the waves of the sea: Separate, yet everywhere
As we are to the earth that separates us
It is only if we believe. From ashes to ashes
Dust to dust, until the end of time.