driven to the edge of her passion by another for another time
the taunting of the clock hands can no longer clearly be heard
above the endless beat of dreamlike devotion her heart sings
above the harsh, hard, sting of what could be
now listen

driven intensely through the night to her paradoxical moon
the ink trail binding every trauma to her person floods from her
below her wary, carried, submitted body quickly dies her dirt
below, the oceans overflow pulled by pluto into black
flood water

across the star scene i'm shooting far
for ancient resonance i want close
moon and sun, what's been done?
what love lives here still, i watch you burn
and feel resurrection
in this fire

i'm burning
on your leash
i'm burning at your feet
i'm burning
hot and cold
magically to your lure
i'm burning
from your hooks
brightly, willingly
from just one look

I don't want to see your ****.
You
never asked me if I did.
You
whipped it out and showed me pictures.
Maybe if you made a date.
You
could present it next Friday.
You
could proudly display your ****-dang.

As long as it's consensual there will be a question mark
-- but I should let you know that I'm not into that, no,
for years I tried to loosen up but there was no ill to fix.
Understand, please
I love ***** and *******
-- but it all starts with the one thing I've only found once
and now I cannot let it go.
You try and sell me your wanting body
when I'm looking for a lover selling scented pillows
so I can ******* sleep.

5a.m. for the fourth day in a row
ruby red filigree in my eyes glows
sleepless fissures reflect in the window glass
and
I ride this train again
and I
still feel
nothing

6p.m. for the fifth night in a row
snuffer of light continues on his show
sleepless pursuit demands another dosage
and
I ride this train again
Focused
I feel
Nothing

12 o'clock noon for the tenth day in hand
lunchtime finds me at an old street side stand
hypnotized, eating, still entranced by a man
and
I scan his dossier
and I
still feel
nothing

2a.m. neon tracers over dance
undulating bodies keep up to task
sleeplessly bound for fate encounters of chance
So
I stand in rain again
Lonely
I feel
Hopeless

Would waking correct me
I'd kneel down, delighted!
Fall softly to sleep
under these streetlights.
Would my call permit me
I'd retreat in belief
that all will be well!
Under these blinking white streetlights,
under the cosmos
but my work commits me
to wakeful burden, to half-light alley-
ways in Hell

Old dilemma swooping down from the rafters and attacking me.
I've got a word of interesting news for you, you mugging beast.
You're the stain of a shadow on the wall facing a setting sun.
A disintegrating shaking hand in spasm reaching up the rungs.

You'll never catch my ankles.
A bird has told me this today.
A bird who's warming your same corner.
Wing blasting halcyon gusts you'll never know.

Say
what you want to say:
Days have taken of mine what even dreams cannot completely give.
I'll never really notice or control this wind.
I'll never grasp how fantastically we live.
Since you say, then I'll say:
No.

Emotional geosynchronous goddess pulling puppet strings.
Each time the world shrinks you're saving me from being meat.
Casual human casualty falling down dead in cyber war.
Sinking in depression's constantly connected disconnected *****.

I'll never catch your disease.
The earth has told me this today.
Earth who's your eternal mourner.
Keeping for you forever seeds you won't sow.
You'll never catch my ankles.
A bird has told me this today.
A bird who's warming your same corner.
Wing blasting halcyon gusts you'll never know.

Say
what you want to say.
You're free to say so and since you say so
I'll say what I want,
say,
No.

Maybe you were close, but not nearly close enough.

We both got blisters on that night
Same toe, but different sides
In retrospect the shield powered down
(and how could I?)
Eagerness worn around golden crowns
(and then)

Then I thought I saw your chest light
behind your full chin height PBR
More brightly than Naito streetlights
could illuminate waterfront park

where we sat

Exciting, isn't it?
Exciting, like nothing else, to be wrong

Thought I saw creatures crawling across my hand
when it's just the purple paint reflecting a man
walking along my nails

Thought I felt shadows creeping, seeping from the cracks
in the sidewalk
I felt

Maybe it's real, the world beyond.
Silhouettes that creep into narrow eyes are reaching
but there's nothing here
but the scars smeared from my fall
Soon enough, nothing at all