It's a shame that
both of us were pigeons.

It might have been better-
just one of us.

It doesn't matter now,
whether the rest of the world
were cars, or cats.

We ruled just
as we needed to.

Each of us
more Counter
than Captain.

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.

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."

I give these shares
with knotless doves.
I give these shares to thee.
I slake the love
with fearless tooth.
I pass your shore to breathe.

The poor-farm root,
the napled glove,
the tongue released to see,
is just a speck
of diamond dust,
a learned soul to bleed.

The days are gone,
too-static-heart,
as will breaks stone in deed.
I settle in,
the warmest darks.
You were the only choice for me.

fevered little saucer
lover's little pet
found the ****** stirring
found a matching set

live to tie the bedsails
love the perfect knots
leave the after glowing,
saddened by the oughts

take me in the binding
fake me in the pleads
beg for rougher handling
leave me on the knees

fevered little saucer
lover's little plate,
found Your ****** perfect
I'm Your soul to sate

with gratitude shallow
and three legged horse,
the broken is lucky and kin,

with meat more than sallow
and set offling's course,
the track's making room for some sin,

I'm stuck in the knowing,
the gravemarker's mill,
at best, a false uppity-chin,

a groove for the mudder,
and Degas for the paint,
a noose off the jump

for the win.

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.

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 see patterns heavy,
I see patterns light.
I see the circumference
Of warm, summer nights.

Of dialogues listened.
And shows, all but seen.
I see such collections,
Of coincidenced things.

I feel all the passings.
The futures of taste.
We'll dance in full patterns.
My hands on your waist.

We circle the knowing
And outskirt the norm.
We cling to an Earthwhile,
In gravity warms.

I see where I fit,
As a leave among sticks,
And you, the soil
Giving way to the Sun.

Turn my color adaptation.
You, the brilliant rose variation.
Ever spinning, till our meetspokes find,
"We're the One."

dont want do nuthing

asylum in stead

smile at pendewlum

as it striking my head


with itchies so passing

i roll down my sleaves

as tree stuck in No Spring

i want
take my leaves

I see demons hiding.
I wink at their shadows.
******* themselves, halfway to the curb.

My censor is muted.
My eyes now so lidless.
My voice, oh so set to disturb.

You ring out your outrage-
Crowned Queen of the Vapid.
I mirror the things that you chose.

The Soma, the money,
You burned through such tinder.
I break sidewalk with spoon for your dose.

With love reset
Near pinball strength
I see the Moon
Without regret

So wiped are tears
Of weight and length
I wake the Sun
With love reset.

you bought it all,
even the taxes.

why would you think
you could rest?

no reason to soften the blows now.
you're locked in. set to love your fate.

a cacophony, and I had to look it up, in your head.

you needn't tidy the swamp. the visitations are waning.

now, how long shall i
fake the dance,
and let the life pun
circumstance?
consider it luck
the fools i get to note?

my God is one
of humor, see
he plays such lovely...
     melodies
the scherzo-His, is one
i know by rote

the users feign
their words, His name
and lie to sheep
to push their fame
but Hell has little holes
in which to writhe

for He does see
it makes me smile
as they do jig
their wares awhile
the jokes on those who'll
burn for money'd piles

I seek to fall into her skin
cloakless.

I sense her soonness,
as I smell rain
with the windows closed.

I have an unhappened memory
of nuzzling her nape,

and my body reclines into my soul.


The oscillating pogo-stances
keep me at bay,
though I feel the brink
of a greatness unsolved.

So I keep an eye open
as I fall through the bed.


My totem

considers her's
                           called.

i love you more than life itself

i love you more than life itself

my body, mind and soul are yours

i love you more than life itself

I feel all the pages,
Though sunken with wages,
They stick, they amble, and drag.

Your skin, silver laden,
So draws me, in cadence,
I hope, in your form, time may lag.

I lay thee, the lovely,
And touch-pray the subtlety,
My kissing your spirit in rags.

My fingers pick chordly,
And tone-know you shortly,
Symphonious expanse with no lack.

I close one eye now
to focus things close.

Somehow,
I've grown older than you,
though not outgrown you.

I'm no river.
I am the sand.
And you, merely the ocean.

And in no way now,
might we ever help each other.

I close one eye now,

just one.

'think'

skipsome-
skipsome-
skipsome-

(rest)

I
could have learned

to breathe
a long time a go.

(note)

A lorry spins quickly
on a road just wet,

(save,   )

and the never's just a
five letter no.



       drinksome-
    sleepsome-
thinksome-

(rest)

There isn't any you,
there wasn't any me.


     And a lorry spins ever
on a road still wet.


               wet,

wait,


                                      wet.

So sing the spinners
Of lackrymint folly,
"The dew of the done is the 'Laid'."

But savor the grace-knots,
Of thoughtsal Sir Kno-Heed,
"Your stay here is shorter, now paid."

My wack-grin is bolder,
With knowledge of twisties,
With fervorent type-***** so splayed.

Though sit them each shoulder,
Me drawn so, and quartered,
I'm happily split,
                 and well played.


        well played,
  
                   well played.


Adorncraft doth leave me,
Her ***** done heaving,

This over is moving,
This over is moving.

              this lover
                    and losing
                          is crossed.

so stuck in the loop
of the other depend
for happinees needs
thus color my end.
new story to raze and
every attempt
so bury my hopeful
so bury the tempt

The fearless instraction.
The love of things, willow.
The newness of strings in a row.

A topic injusted,
A fated carnation.
Lapelled in your silkiest glow.

I want you not nearly.
Horizoning sunburst.
You're the fewest that I'll ever know.

I'll meet you on morrows.
With clumsiest wordings.
You're the seeds that I've not seen to sow.

You forgot where you loved me,

I forgot where I died.

The grass grows now awkward.

In that space where we tried.

down isn't what
you think it.

the way the sun don't
go 'round us.

misdirected on a hit
(fucky little bullet-dodger)

we ripe for nothin',
curse-tailing the spit-shines.

just back-and-forthin',
back-and-forthin',

till the burden
drop, till the sun-

she gone.

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.

"such a tiny thread"
she said,
"the willow barks
and masker's head",
she clearly doesn't
understand the rules

"I want the keener
finding me,
I want the faces
fathom-free"
though sets her sights
on deepest of the fools

"I'll spin until
you see again,
the moon and wind
like us, are friends,
the tempest shore
is what connection fuels"

her freedom swings
my lack in time
"I'm your dove
as you're my rhyme"
I clearly just don't
understand the rules

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.

Shake the wake tree,
Jungle cat pretty.
You're pushing the grab for truth.

Your foot spring strength,
Your spirit frame length.
A new day closer,
            to knowing your "you".

the derby bots
and rounded slots,
the push,
the time,
the go.

the hold-me-down
of ever knots,
the whistle
I can't
blow.

the feigned impress,
the postured lot,
for selves,
do some,
give show.

pulled head from sand,
that anti root.
my only
hope's
to grow.

it could so very easily
be time to forget

the hand on the dial
and up to now, spent

but human, I linger
the heart and the stinger

this I'll not yet label regret


my belly so turning
an ache in the know

lessen the lonely
yet more than alone

but real do I tender
and search God to render

I'll wade in the feelings of slow


      holding the stead
  fasting the lead
           soon will I paint

                       soon will I paint
               make her my model

                                       soon will I paint

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.

Your face is a token.
Thus feed instead words.
Don't bore me with lesson's facade.

I've seen this, the circus.
Your rings merely eyelets.
Engage me with freshening Odds.

I'll teach you to whisper.
Though, bring me full substance.
Even pelt me with heaviest clods.

Let's drink now fruition,
Til swimming in discourse,
And earn out each other's applauds.

what dreams may come
on nickel thumbs
i take my chances here

to be or not
such fickle crumbs
i lay my bodkin bare

I love blue so simply,
I love blue the most.
I love the way blue,
Just sits on the coast.

I love her expression.
I love her routine.
I love all her cobalts,
And music, and themes.

I love how she guides me,
In filling the sky.
I'll drown in her heavens.
In blues, shall I die.

the little dots,
the little dots,
the clever tasks
of hit-me-nots,

the flavor chase
of over-cradle tones,


      the rounded bore,
the tasted lore,
the keenest sweet
of evenscore,

the purgey smile
of freshly-rattled bones,


      will leave us here,
with blanketsmear,
the slowest breath
of hold-me-dear,

though room reverbed
with slender, ghosted moans.


      the little dots
of eyelid knots
will crest and lumber
sandy cots,

we roll the night
like sunny,

              bleaching,

                                  stones.

You don't belong here, do you.


           Captioning meat like vanities,

                  nothing stirs.


You make noise

        the way the tides move sparrows.


                  It's not all for naught,

                                                           I know.


Though please,

           Consider the cease.

                   You're clinging to sheets,


                                  not them to you.

look at you twist, what?
like the moon?

your thoughts don't even
belong to the trees, (and you swoon?)

restless enough, for caterpillars,
you tread nothing.

deepen the lines, luv.
larks are for trespassers,

dump the lot.

What if I'd, heard tales of the Sun,
But had never seen it rise?

What if I, had hoped for you,
But never met your eyes?

What if skipping stones found life,
And took cerulean skies.

What if,
In waiting,
Heartbeat's taming,
I found the Moon's light wise.

I'll call you out politely,
Our friendship can withstand.
The criticisms helpful,
Not complimented backhands.

We'll open up the eyes of,
Each other, and the world.
We'll walk the truthspeak, aiding,
Through tangled, loving curls.

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 am the Joom Jot
Draw center
Fickle taste tester

I am the Un-block
Faith lender
Stitch-Med ******

I am the going
I'm the going
I'm the there right now


I am the Joom Jot
Doodle-ease
Caffeinated lung

I am the Roe-bot
When I please
Diaphragm sung

I am the knowing
I'm the knowing
I am the Over-bone plow


Would you stutter in my face?
Would you find your own place?


I am your instinct followed
I am:

                           "Create Right Now"

In tedium bindings,
And air so confining,
I'm glad for the collar you gave.

A sheetrock, a permit,
A dark-haloed hermit.
I thought I played well as a slave.

but,

My history lesson,
For Mistress, the crescent,
As Moon, you wrenched me to life.

now,

My submission as passing,
Left a Dominant standing,
Shall we play catch with this two sided knife?