the other day
I occupied a chair
at a sidewalk café
watching the vanity fair of the quotidian
float by in quickly changing apparitions

an endless flow of different ages, nations, fashions,
skin colors, miens, ****** expressions, postures & gaits
kept passing through  my field of vision

it made me wonder why
some people get so furious
when they  just hear about
    not even meet
    the ‘others’ different from themselves
that they start dropping  bombs and shooting rockets

I think they rather should be curious
and eager to discover
how the immense variety of humankind
can help expand a locally grown mind

and recognize
that we are all of the same kind

I am but helpless
Thinking about you
Lost in your eyes
And your body too

Daydreaming sweetly
Dreams not of mortality
But thoughts of forever
Suddenly a reality

The touch of your finger tips
Lightning and fire
To strike at and sizzle
My deepest desires

A hopeless romantic
You have made out of me
Forever in thought
Of what we could be

Daydreaming sweetly
Though not of mortality
But regrets forever
That never's reality

I'm on pins and swallowing needles
My every word has taken shape of mummified Egyptian beetles
Heavenly resembled bandage
Aiding in my rebellion to decomposition
Bound in fragmented memories
They're keeping my skin whet
Dying  flesh
With a born again mind
What I couldn't conquer with death will live on in spirit