I am the dreamer
So I don't belong
In world of things
I carry its distortion that is me
To blur and change its real colors
So dazzling clear
And every rustle and puff of wind
Rumbles in my ears
I hear
I feel my life
I taste the very air I breathe
Enjoy the pressure of my pen
On paper
See what I see
The castles of clouds
The velvet sea as jelly lazily lolling
And every blade of grass
So perfectly created
And hazed sky where winds as currents mingle and mix
See what I see
The dazzling limpid image of my world
With every line and shape as cut in light and glass
See what I see
For I'm the dreamer

Wordspinning
Wordthreading wordsewing
Wordspinning
Melted in some mellow glow
Deep inside
Words come in flickering flow
Bondless glide
Wordmatching wordpatching
Wordhatching wordsnatching
Wordspinning

Six tongues in my mouth
Six minds in my mind
Six knives in my back
Six bullets.
Each tongue wants its turn
Each mind wants its way
Each knife wants a hand
To pull it.

I raised my hand
Yet could not **** them...

A pair of winged lovers
Mating
In my empty coffee cup

Fat black flies

If I just could
pull the skin in one piece off my face
tearing slowly, strongly with my fingernails
baring the muscles

Then if I just could
pull the muscles away piece by piece
tearing slowly, strongly with my fingernails
baring the bones

Then if I just could
pull my eyes out of the sockets
tearing slowly, strongly with my fingernails
baring the empty gaze

Baring the truth of my face
Baring the grin of my skull