Perhaps
perchance
they think I'm a ******
a ****
a tease
a nerd
too quiet
too annoying
flat-out
intolerable
maybe
they find all others who exist
to be more enjoyable
better fit
to be human
and maybe
it's just nothing
that doesn't matter
but still does
because
it's difficult to think clearly
when the self is self-lonely

Can you say
supercalifragilisticexpealodocious
on one leg
eyes closed
un-clothed
lick your tongue
on the run
from the other
the one and only
demon of the dark
none shall pass
lest it won't last
beats apon feets
wringing out sheets
paper crowns, tin foil gowns
hate this part
the after math
never so simple
when one plus one
equals
nothing at all
but memories
not even good ones
hurts to the pride
take it in stride
those who will won't be bothered
and those who
can't take a punch
are suckers til the end

Electric
tingles
primal
friction
diction
in movements
bristles
sweat
breaths
skin
necks
dark
rolling
sliding
­grabbing
and then
nice knowing you

you know
the way of everything
you like it
like it all-
like it like a frog loves watermelon
you won't get enough
never
not until
you don't like it
which is never
and i like it

don't even know
can't
too soon
but maybe....
all is well
or acceptable
it's alright
for now
for later
not so bad
when things fall
together, apart
inevitables taking care of themselves
cells having souls
that's the goal
of all of us who'd like to believe
that cities are simply breathing rocks

She liked Jim's Jam
so sweet and thick
it was like little lumps of heaven
on top of toast
or scones
warm and crispy
like logs in a fire
newts on a fume
charred and musky
she liked a lot about Jim-
his smile, his laugh
but not his sads
so really
she didn't like Jim
not all of him
but enough for some happies
yummy Jam
fires and smoke
hair like a wolf

night goes on
goes on
and wh oare we
to say what is what
not us
we aren't
much of anyhitng
but a bit of spunchen
right that
just waiting for the night
to go on
and on
into oblivion
like ****
the night goes on
and on
and then
we realize our lives
and we say
that's what's up
because we can't say much else
except to wamp
and belive in tomorrow
because what else
provides such hope
as finding a new day every day