i shoot my dinner
and rinse the glass
my patience waits
for overpass
i'll have a second
    just to rush the hour

i love my life
well, parts at least
that lonely lust
doth shape the beast
that finds me at the mirror
    feeling sour

i everspan
my thanks in true
such luck i've had
in finding you
i grovel seed
    while you so gather flowers

i'll rule my world
expressive here
but catch you not
your soul so dear
   to me
              it seems
     so useless
                 are my powers


the lucky me
            the lucky me
   i see desire
                           the  lucky me

I want to get working,
But Moon seems to find me.
I want to check list offs.
I want to be Zen.

I'd like to temp-rid her,
But phases distract me,
To close and forget her,
To blank, and then bed.


    the watery choke
       that passes for notes


She ties stomach knotlettes.
She ruins my meals.
Lobotomy fantasies cling.

But suffer the giver.
This surfer may learn here.
This Angel Moon soon may just sing.

Scream the day!
Those ******* hooflocks!
Don't spin the mere in dread!

You're here, the now.
The sunshark cagers,
Can **** their yesterdeads!

Let's not be held,
Don't yet make peace.
Go *** your path unled.

Let's lose the shapedowns,
****** neg-rakes,
And use their bones for stead.


            Be the churn
                       let's be the churn
your hands so small
                                                let's be the churn

              til something falls!

next to you
my words are small
they clamber for the warm

they seem outweighed
by truths you house
yet long to know your form

they tell me low
'suggest the touch'
but fear to risk the torn

their meaning slack
your ecliptic
tide so shapes my morn


i wait the days

i wait the days


i long to see
and read that face
that subscript giving clues

not wrong to hope
nor out of place
to wonder-wait my cue

i smile the day
remembrance laced
so think what might i do

to find myself
new sea moon night
          again
                   right
                               next to you

You're gonna pop, into heaven
With your head caved in.
You're gonna feel the silt hard
Before you do it, again.

You're gonna rhyme around
And run around, foot-stick gait.
You gonna listen to the choir
With a lake red stain.


       how the many
       dated late
       step in time
       play it straight

       give a wrong
       lead a right
       dig a bed
       lay the light

You're the ghostly kissing
You're the ghostly kissing


Greedle humpty ditty
With a song left low.
Needle something pretty
With a new plunge know.

Hit me in the neck
With a slide-kiss blow.
Need me in the morning
In the soft-wind-go.


       how the many
       dated late
       step in time
       play it straight

       give a wrong
       lead it right
       dig a bed
       lay the light


You're the Ghostly kissing
You're the 'times ten'

I'm just the blink
In a left eye spin

I'm just the blink
In a left eye spin

etymolo gicilato
pervy and scribe
justa lovidactil
otta wormsandside

ima scribble bluey
evological snide
scriptiburgis outcast
meatiyum pride

urdadidafactus sum
party thatribe

looping over cants
and the meaningless tide

looping over cants
and the meaningless tide

What comes of compulsion?
The turn-sound of breakthrough.
I yearn for such things without ought.

A misstep for healthy,
But a need so fulfilled that
I bask in the warmth of these knots.

Thus, collar me snugly.
I'm yours through our ending.
First unsure, in this trap, what you'd caught.

Acknowledge this weight, please.
The 'anythings' fill me.
Entangled in rapturous locks.

And which way shall I
Bend the world?
Towards me and others' fear?

To use them plain,
Or craft their strain?
To hurt those closest dear?

Those things so able,
With length of cable,
Could I, while drawing tears?

I could, so simply,
So dare not tempt me,
To shorten life, by years.


Thus standing straight,
I hesitate.
Such ease would cast poor form.

So, instead, I lean,
As those I've seen,

                                            To light
                                                                   To lift
                                                                                           To warm.

The gap, the take,
The spindle-rake.
Don't designate the load.

The lack, the sting,
The dandy spring,
There's more than you could know.

So weigh your time,
With thundrous lines,
This yours is yours alone.

Thus Live It Loud,
And Sunstorm Proud,
Use this full day
                                     for,
                                                   "GO!"

i whimper loud
i whimper soft
You turn me on
just short of off

     i wrestle in the sliding
                        in the wants


i shiver low
i shiver sweet
i catch my heart
amid the beats

     i set my lip to biting
                       just this once


this gentle hides
the tempest core
the needed less
and wanted more

     You are perfect in Your
                       loving taunts


i find the edge
and stop just shy
of supernovae
and so i cry

       own me take me save me
                                                              
                       all at once

Tell me You own me,
My parts all inclusive:
Body, soul, pride, and my lust.

The wreck-happy given,
The floor lackey driven.
So quickly enveloped in trust.

Intelligence owing,
To each respect growing.
The wit savors no signs of rust.

This demon has proven,
    Why angels set grooves in,
                 What we don't suspect,
                        
                                                                ­  well,
                                                                                 we must.

The twisted silk, weighted,
The river unridden.
Please, Moon, might I learn this untied.

With struggle's arousal,
I've grown with my hands bound.
Ancestral's teachings have lied.

I cherish the kneeling,
And towering Venus.
This muse has my lust so supplied.

As a coin in bed, flipping,
This boy's heavy lifting.
Which will win here,
        
              My lust,
                                      or
                                                   my pride?

I pray that You might use this shell,
To sate Your lust. Though use it well.

       My want, it swells. I hunger, for the pain.


I wish Your stance might shadow me,
Leave me *****, and take Your leave.

       Your long denial's my new phrase for sane.


I reach the edge, and see the Sun.
I shut my eyes, for I'll not come,

       Without permits. I'd rather, bed the tame.


You know the words, the language terse.
My sweet restrain  supplies the verse.

       Might You never,
                              lay my need,
                                                           ­   among
                                                        ­                           the
                                                             ­                             plains.

you,
thepillowberryappletart
cantyoutakeawaythenoose?
yougrappleg­rappleeverplunge
wontyouloosenvaluestoo?

givemesodagivemecandy
g­ivemestockingsonyourthighs
loadedtaffyshootietoy
imtheinhousethun­derskies

givemefuckinggivemehappy
givemesweetexplodingSun
imthed­riptodeathcollapsing
imthemillion
youre the
one

The bumblejunk doorhinge,
The greets labeled orange,
The smart-flats and bungalow'd keens.

I want you for waiting.
My trip-stick is failing.
We settle for high in-betweens.

I know not this purpose,
My heart fakes for circus.
My napsack is packed full of liens.

I fluster the roundings,
And muse over drownings. I
Limp on my confusiest things.

I'm not a puzzle,
On a map.
I'm a plated tinder-cap.
  I'm the ***...
               You watch,
                                          That never boils.

I'm not the pressure,
On your skin.
I'm the Let-Me-March-Again.
  I'm the lust...
               You hide,
                                          That ever-toils.

                  (a pause, reset)

I am the weight,
That you ride,
I am the Ever-Justified.

  I am the Blue.

               I am the Blue.


                                                         ­ I am the Blue.

She savors it sweetly,
The knowledge: he's watching.
She smiles at the lock of his sight.

His pride tries to warn him,
"Such endeavors will burn you."
Thus, he wrestles the strength of her night.

He searches through tangles,
He rifles through reason.
He pulls at the knots in his might.

"Relax, little one,
This will all soon be over,
Though enjoyed is the show of your fight."

Pressed against
And blackened since,
Eyes meet lips meet love.
But when used so loosely,
She sends, "Choose me"
Happy?
Don't look up...


Caressed again,
And lacking since,
Eyes met lips made love,
But when used so confusedly
He don't choose, but
Happily asks,
"Did we just make love?"


Walking behind that boy,
Was me-not bad,
One beautiful then sad
One more fierce than sad...

If pain is a factor
And loss is a gain.
If pain is a factor
And loss is a gain.


She's dressed again
And packing since,
Eyes made lips made love,
But when used so lucidly,
She don't choose him.
Happily, she says,
"You know, this ain't love!"

Walking behind that girl,
Was me-not bad,
One more beautiful, then sad
One more fierce than sad.

If pain is a factor,
And loss is a gain.

If pain is a factor,
And loss is a gain...

If pain is a factor,
And loss is a gain...

Then love as a constant,
Is exactly the same.

I want not the lonely,
My bed's twin is too big.
But I'm the overtaker,
With nothing to dig.

I bury myself deeper,
And wait for the dawn.
The Sun, after all,
Did yesterday come.

So hopefully a "you",
Will return, just as well.
And douse this cold fire.

This empty.

This hell.

My words love their forms,
My thoughts love their eyes.
I cheat under paper,
And oft draw their wiles.

My hands want for reaching.
My skin wants for love.
But with distanced desire,
My musings are gloved.

So I'll see you in Knaught-touch,
That nymphaeum dream,
I'll kiss you such letters,
Nuzzling alphabet stream.

Seems some of blue saved,
Is for magical beings.
It's saved for their catching of time.

The hues so cuckholded,
And off-swept by needing,
In their want for describing this kind.

They nuzzle toward greenness,
And luxuriant darkness.
And attempt wrapping around her before flight.

But none known can hold her,
She's beyond such chameleon,
Beyond color,
Beyond label.

She is light.

He lives poet lonely,
Her eyes are the guidance.
He's bothered familiar, as
She's making the tide dance.

He's glad for the distance,
For her lines, he does lean.
Though introverse common,
Many states lie between.

He found her by chance;
By a binding in art.
Of converses deeply,
He hopes this is the start.

I will scare you with words,
Of the beautiful sort.
Those loving, but to self,
You're not allowed to report.

I'd make you believe,
In a world full of dreams,
But you prefer, in it's stead,
All those alkaline streams.

As muse, you'd release,
And as poet, I'd lay.
But you'll not accept beauty
As your own, (well, not today).

So I'll write of the ocean,
I'll write of shorestones,
Until you accept full your symphony,
And let me play out your tones.

Don't forget this time.
As hard as it is,
It'll pass.
Don't forget this time.
It's purpose
Was meant to last.

Don't forget these days.
They're hard beyond "shoulds",
I know.
Don't forget these days.
They're set
To see you grow.

Let the melody stick.
Let the melody play.
They'll soon be a pile of yesterdays.

Let the melody stick.
Let the melody play.
It'll all help you find a gratitude, for
Tomorrow's...

"Today"

Save me the wrestle,
Save me the need.
Let's quickstart the happens,
Lest they grow into weeds.

Your hand is safe offered,
Your eyes sharpened wide.
Let's ferry perception,
And bump wakes in stride.

You're blue-my emotion,
I'm red-as your sight.
Let's purple the evening,
And violet the night.

Wrench the tide,
And sail her not.
Of high set Moon,
And papered thought.
The tested weights,
Of self serve oughts.

It's time to turn the heal.


With splinter pulled,
And darkened lace,
So distant now,
And out of place,
Should fade connections'
Pretty face?

The least-of-alls will feel.

I swell under pretense,
A lightening greed.
I want for my 'peacefuls',
My want learns to need.

I dread so the mirror,
But I know how I learn.
The purging of ballast,
And the healing that burns.

I hot-turn the water,
And off-switch the light.
A growing sits, waiting,
In darkness tonight.

Do angel's need water?
Do angel's need art?
Is there music by which
Their dancing takes part?

Their presence, their gifts,
Their generous deeds.
How pays one back an angel,
Who has aided a need?

I'll ******* for tuppence,
And fear-base your thrill.
You'll breathe for my coming,
And brace for the ****.

You'll love your own bindings,
And pray for the kneel.
You'll disregard switchstance,
And grow as you heal.

You'll lust for constriction,
And beg for release,
But only as my smile,
Known be found in your pleads.

You learn nearly daily,
So I oft pat your head.
This wondrous new pet,
Now soft purrs in my bed.

Take me for lifting,
Take me for sight.
My bed is too heavy,
My love is too light.

I'll earn-wrench the battles,
I'll fake-set the touch.
But I'll down-step the tempo,
While taking too much.

I'll live introspection,
I'll not play the game.
I'll push your defensive,
And for get your name.

I'll force feed regretting.
In claims for my art.
Run, pretty, run now.
Or I'll soon break your heart.

With slipknot slack
And darkened silk,
My breathing sets to skip.

With lust for love
And versa drags,
A swelling waits for lips.

I feel you only.
The tease, the tight.
With tick tocks set to drip.

I struggle bound
The pleads, the fight.
Your flower's handled slip.

I sit in the corner,
Drawing blanks and thanks,
Among brushes so loaded with hues.

I whisper the answer
To an invalid dancer who's strokes
Are ill-peppered with clues.

Reflections are daggers,
And purgings are spanners.
Too sharp or too dull for a muse.

Blue Phoenix reports
In that lackluster court,
"This defendant has no pleading to choose."

That tattered "here",
That weathered "now",
The present plays it's card.

This finest moment,
This actor's line is
Read,
                 however hard.

The bare ****** twit-lay,
The amalgam-fed panic,
The tertiary under your bed.

The colors stained wholesome,
The moot-bares non-sharing,
The fake-jawed that leads to your red.

You closet them purely.
You love them with Soma.
That help-sleep that staves off the dread.

But,

Time restarts upon waking,
And age-speed does quicken,
As that ring falls
   from your finger

       like lead.

Would you stay?
You said that request laid down,
Would never be denied.
A sheepish grin, you turn and go.
Our nine is left,
Consolation prize(?)

       --------------

Three out of seven,
To night by night,
To month by month,
Towards something dying.

The story grows,
The self-sight shrinks,
The angry
       boredom
              tendrils,
Tighten 'round me,
Can I leave?
       No.
I'm left and forced to play,
With metaphors and rhymes.

(chorus)
Where do you go?
Who do you see?
If it's nobody,
Why is it killing,
Me?

Where you go, who you see,
Your anger falls on 'Nobody!' swears.
Denials stick to me.


The load is shouldered with it's separation,
I find ideas, lying in the meds.
You take what you will,
And leave when you can,
To find yourself in another bed.
'No, I'm not, I swear!', you say.
But I can only believe your lies so many times.

(chorus)
Where do you go?
Who do you see?
If it's nobody,
Why is it killing?

Where you go, who you see,
Your anger falls on 'Nobody!' swears,
It looks like I'm leaving...
I'm leaving...


(outro)
It's anything but clean,

I'll not be your plan B,

It's anything but a clean break,

So we fade,

And we fade.......

There is a girl from the Sun,
Of substance and wit,
Who, I'd like to know better,

And love.


She ankles the grieving
Dark knights of the soul.
She deepens belief

In Aboves.


She nerves me with giftings,
And words, 'that's so sweet'
But it's fruitless, it's no-go,

It's lack.


So I, thumb-twiddler patient,
Sail out round complacents,
I write of her, and dream,

As I tack.

Shave the shades!
You @#cking lachrymonster!
Didn't you see the trees??!!

I weighed the pain,
You upperclip LossTare!
I fretted the beryl's leads.

So, go spend your fendshares,
And leave the leaving,
To those who've found the need!


I'll not retrace,

Your burns again.

You are nervous
      beetled
                      Greed.

I wish for a chocolate octopus,
One that won't melt in the sea.
I want her to grab me while waving,
But still somehow just let me be.

I want her to find me so loving,
And while creatures as her are so rare,
I'll consume her, while whispering sweetly,
"You're more and less,
Than my desire can bare."

Digging prisons with fumbling history,
With new water now filling my cell.
Such beautiful insights in drowning,
God chanced me,
Hitting that well.

My words now seeming a patchwork,
And comparatively not even a thing.
As I float and submerge through her wisdoms,

About her courage, her vision...

Her spring.

Having worn a pair of similar shoes.
In your pushing the Sun to set.
So redefine "My Possibles".
This day is not for debt.

The red brick crack and record scratch,
Don't yet reset for morn.
In blood, and sight, and wants unskewed,
Are happenings ever-born.

Did you see me turning madskips?
Did you see me throwing tools?
Did you wash away the ever,
With the haunted feckless fools?

Will you meet the prizes gutted,
On the ferry deemed Toulouse?
Please just leave me skinless, wreckshift,
On the raft of aimless muse.