I wish I understood
The muse's gift.
I wish I could see the string.

And more than feel
That tightening lift,
Which gives me words to sing.

I wish I could touch
That pulsing wire,
Which electrifies my thought.

But, I'm merely a man,
Who's noticed a fire,
And is scribbling,

As he ought.

Bottle up intention,
Bottle up the noise.
We break piggy for thoughtpence,
Knowing we'll "be boys".

Save yourself for reason?
Save yourself for sane?
Nature is Complications,
In absence lies the pain.

The fortunate I,
The send-sighted me,
What might have I done
To deserve this to see?

That inchworm in paining,
Though pretty she was,
Has set to cocooning,
In endless becomes.

Such books, she has heavy,
Her heart so it spins,
That silken word cover,
With lux-journal skeins.

Such passion in weaving,
She'll fuel open minds,
And full will this artist,
Soon her medium find.

you are stranger than me,
but only
to others,
you cradle my facets
with silk

you're the waver of tone,
you deafen
and smother,
but just as they parallel
my will


you're my taunt's
favorite tease,
you're my ten millionth please,
you're my predator
unable
to ****


you're the rest
of my thoughts,
and my unhindered oughts

you're the shine,
and it's moon,


you're the still

The bandiferd spots
Mark the afterglow dots,
The fervor that hangs in the throes.

I've often jang-herdled
The silk left uncurdled,
My comes and agains have their goes.

I've left the lust listless,
And appleseeds restless,
My truths are not something she blows.

The cherry's well-fallen,
And I've all but forgotten,
The chastities I never chose.

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.

This Whirlybird Backward
is falling head first,
and painballoon minder
is ready to burst,
so the Sun sets its course
'cross the way.

With darkening rhythm
well-finding its time,
and saddest professor
admitting his crime,
the edges so blurry
of which, is the night, is the day.


So turn me to stone here,
and set me the shore, dear,
that I may erode,
in a well-favored way.

listen to me sleep,
    and maybe
I won't fade away.

but that's what I
should have,

                    said yesterday.



       I'm the whistle,
    you're the hum.


and neither of us,

  
               know the words.

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.

Be my water, dear,
Leveled.
Be the truth in me,
Fevered.


  Be the now.

       Be the now.


Be the shine in me,
Present.
Be the line in me,
Drawn.


Be the offered.

Be the taken.


   Be the the dawn,

          
                        Be the now.

You gave me words.
You stole my breath.
You lingered lovely,
Such empty tests.

I lost my footing.
I gained my sight.
I couldn't draw you.
I say good 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.

the sun sat long
over the horizon
this afternoon

as it lowered,
I sought to
bury and mourn
a partnership

the sun touched
the low rim of the sky,

I allowed myself to ache,
and tried to hold it, to keep it,
but
my eyes closed into vermilion
as I felt burning, and dissolution

I opened and stared directly at the setting sun.

I felt the words,
"You have to let her go.
I will find you another."

the light did not burn as it fell away

you,
thepillowberryappletart
cantyoutakeawaythenoose?
yougrappleg­rappleeverplunge
wontyouloosenvaluestoo?

givemesodagivemecandy
g­ivemestockingsonyourthighs
loadedtaffyshootietoy
imtheinhousethun­derskies

givemefuckinggivemehappy
givemesweetexplodingSun
imthed­riptodeathcollapsing
imthemillion
youre the
one

this won't be re-written,
though it'll be felt fair enough.

it'll hardly last at all,
with luck, it'll go down rough.

the paint, I'll waste on chippers,
the words, I'll waste on time.
the love, I'll serve with clippers,
my whiskey will serve your wine.

I'll knot my hands with good-ends,

"dream fingers, of skin, and spine"

drink to this, lipless,
"'rotten' isn't what you think",
you tarry the borders in white.

you glisten like factory,
you tremble like gold,
you're edging the ready to fight.

your countenance silver,
your wrangle-send wet,
my finger, your jawline, the light.

I miss what you were.
  You forget who you are.

        Euclidean.
                          
               Forgiven.

  And right.

Lay the Sun, love.
Roundabouts.
By Self, you mire the time.

In low repose,
And tickle tones,
You disregard my rhymes.

In mystic sweeps,
And Jungian leaps,
You distance my sight for love.

But ever patient,
I'll bear my heart.
As butterfly eats the dove.

the mannequin ax
and Ptolemy tax
the spiraling hang-sling salutes

the left of the just
and the tackiest rusts
that lazily now pass for roots

don't hit me with nots
the velveteen clots
you want me, i need you, please leave

from chaos i'm born
with an evergreen scorn
may death find me with empty up-sleeves

the fostry boys and clair-n-tine hills
will wrest away their fears
like marcks-alarns and floaty badge
and puffer-nickel stills.

they'll bother beat with ever chills
and lime-lack in the surf.
I'll wait for time appronaheed,
I'll ferret out the mirth.

you'll not buy wick-ends in their fall
nor taste their merton soot,
you'll waste your fully throtton ball
and save your lamest foot.

as they're the childs of never-been,
the cartwheels at street and rue,
unghost their face as your beating slows,
these boys, to res-cue you.

the shrouds are soiled,
without defense,
the curdled salve is laid.

no time is spent
without pretense,
the just of karma's paid.

we wallow in,
and swallow shouts,
with efforts all but flayed.

so born to age
through wrestling bouts,
and expressions left unplayed.

We're not the dreaded foster.
We're not the tackled fate.
We're not the preechled tempest,
Worrying that we're late.

We're not the trench entangled.
We're not that speed trap set.
We're not anjlichen models,
You're happy to for-get.

We're not the unbecoming.
We're not the dis of ease.
We're bigger, smaller, lighter.
We do, because we please.

We're present, loving tendrils,
The cells that feel you give.
We're prosperous, furdy hopefuls.

You learn.
We flow.

You live.

underflown
and overflowing,
stripped,
returned,
renewed

truthings spied
redundance plied,
her habit's
gone.
Unclued.

her heart is clear,
now I'm the fear,
how weakly
I
have proved

that what is right,
rarely sits beside
what is
easily
left to do

Breathe your dreams.
In reach the self.
Sideline all debate.

In/As God's design,
You will spend your time.
Allow the created, to, create.

i'm not here,
that's just the water,

a leftover dear,
and a fallover daughter,

the healths just a dot on my eye.

no cutting skin,
that's just a favor,

an octopus dry,
no sheet laden savor,

i want to define
this most sterile labor,

i'm the diggable pig
in its sty.

Show what you've drawn.
Love what you've known.
Come to the meeting,
With nickels and bows.

Lighten your graces,
Smile in the Thorns.
I'll swim in your blue hues,
But drown in your warms.

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

God gives us this ,
The daily Sun.
Through dusk not meant
To pass.

Those little things
That daily run,
Enjoy! They will
Not last.

For if they did,
Would boredom set.
And leave us
All atilt.

So I thank God,
This favor clear,
Of just why
Ice cream melts.

Had your heart tendrils,

  I would tear into your face
like time to deserts.


Your words won't blank me.

Efforts to stone,
gladness to walls,
your lips await the heavier things.

          Three years will pass
    before you know what I see.


I'm lifting full breadth,

              you'll come to me,

                   with small pauses-sad,

                                      I'm lifting full breadth.

And I'll never have to ask,
                         "Is it enough?"


     "is this enough?"

(smiley-eyed answered)

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.......

maybe, I'm not really here,

maybe, you're not really there.

But I still just assume
forget your face-
a nuclear winter,
a desert for the alkie
hooked on water.

if I could only binary it
as it pops on a screen,
but my hand won't forget
the small of your back anyway-

Waistland.
You boiling water for spaghetti-
An eternity of my palm on your hip.

Yeah, this is as much a haunting
As the moon is a ghost,

no.

No Reaper,
Thus no ghost.

maybe I'm not really here,
but you are most certainly there,

the Immortal,
the Undead,

(strange I follow)    .

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.

your form
was made
for my eyes

your memory
for my mind

      the fruit will never rot

      
                             it will only disappear