Mommy with your plastic gloves.
Why didn't you give me just one hug?
Tell me it was ok or that I was sane.
Your ***** ancestry with the violin.
Another fake just the same.
Can you tell me I'm ok?

My Robot Sisters in step.
one, two , three
fall in line -
four, five , six.

can you really love Mommy?
can you tell my brother he is ok?
why did you hate the men in life?
what happened to you in your little sun dress?
what was the slight of hand that changed so many lives?
so many hidden answers and no more time.

me with so many woman just to say the debt was paid.
everyone with your face, I made them worship me .
never loved them, I was the one that won.
Me with Sally, Sue and Stella they all adored me,
many that I don't know the name, they all loved me unchanged.

I showed you,
but it wasn't the same.

my insides trembling ... her naked before me, only to feel my spine running waves of lightening from my hips to my brain...

Relief is all i seek...

I see it in other worlds forming it's patterns. As always, since I was as little boy the feeling and vision is what is to come. Whether I like it or not the hum of life and meaning grows. This storm is beautiful. After a chance meeting in the fall I never lost her. She returns here and then in this life and in the mist of other worlds. It's real. Never slowing and only growing, my love for her and her love for me, a coming wave ever getting higher. The winds pickup their swirl. The sky opens up its announcement. Its not surprising. Its real Kev.

I come home drunk and happy .
Nothing more .
What kind of ******* poet is happy ?
Me.

Life is simple you know .

The site of you in all that is you soothes me.

My tomorrow holds the sun in its hands.

The roads stretches forever.

I stare into forever, my eyes searching the distant  .

You dancing in the red dirt with those brown legs...

and me smiling .