We know it's light
shining through the natural prism
of raindrops;
revealing the spectrum
of primary colors,
but why do you feel the need
to remind us
and spoil the moment?

We know it is
the sound of air filling
a complete vacuum created by intense heat
ten times hotter than the sun.
when negative charged electrons
are carried down by rain
and ice pellets
Why steal the glory?

In your mind prison
of cold gray logic
there is no magic
no color
no joy or inspiration.
Why won't you free yourself,
and enlarge your world?
Don't **** the wide eyed child
inside you.

The drifter in the room is a stranger,
he is crazy, is Bigfoot with deer moccasins on−
monster of condominium rooms and dreams.
The drifter in this room used to be my friend.
He spoke straight sentences, they did not sound like poetry-
reverberated like a narrative, special lines good a few bad,
or stories being unwound by the tongue of a gentleman,
lip service, juggler of simple words to children.
The night is a dark believer in drifters,
they sound sober, affairs with the wind,
the 3 A.M. honking of the Metro trains.
Everything sleeps with a love, a nightmare at night.
The drifter.

i want to be with you
but the sun isn't heart-sweet warm and
the way you say i'm sorry hurts even more
than why you are sorry
i want to be with you and draw with
blue chalk on the road
the people are already hating
us because we painted
"if this is our home, we're homeless" with
orange graffiti on a white wall
i want to be with you
looking at the houses that never changes
looking at the young kids acting like adults
you will laugh you will kiss my neck and tell
me that one day i will see myself just as
beautiful as you think i am, now i laugh
i threw away my heart last summer
but it was not until yesterday i cleaned up
the blood on my mother's doorstep
i want to be with you
but my body is a purple place and boys like
you belong to a beautiful refined world where
i wont be able to breathe without crying  
i want to be with you, but i can't lose myself
once again