It was exactly the moment in which I awoke
and saw you, then, concealed by a dream:
none could behold you; nobody saw you
but I.  I felt the wicked shame which came
as sleep's veil fell, slipped yonder, was gone;
and your face only confronted mine,
seizing the heart from mind's eye, reminding the conscience,
forcing the inadmissible.  It was exactly that moment--
the moment in which I saw the veil removed,
and was helpless to stop or reverse that unveiling--
that I became awash with a long-suffering guilt,
because I knew then that I loved you.

i am a toddler
sitting alone in the morning
being drenched by the dew
and crying

i am cutting my teeth
on a stick i found
in the ***** woods
of this southern town
and picking scabs off
of my sister's knees

i only exist to make a mess
to **** everything up
and then shrug it off

i am a blue balloon tied
around the wrist of a baby
crying

i am like a water droplet
fearfully gripped
to the lip of a paper cup,
the same as you are
like a delicate kiss poised
on mine.

except i am not made of
purity and clarity,
instead i am
a convoluted storm
of desperate confusion and
utter disbelief
and depression,
and you are just
a delicate kiss poisoned
by mine.

In the heart of your ears through splendid cities pierced with light,
the river murmurs of mad seas in lonesome rooms
of the veins in the arms of notorious daughters, oh blue waters!
i sing and the woods sing!
she stands polka dotted in a great bronze chariot
the shivering willows like an ***** of iron down the long black river
we entwine our thin arms and great conquering black eyes
the sky is hell-red where the stars are sleeping.
in the sacred woods, under the light of the horizon
the poet speaks of eternal voice *****-pipes;
I cared nothing for all the horrible spinning eyes of the ferris wheel,
clamouring birds seen as archipelagos and the eyes of panthers

nodody gives a **** about real birds like the voluptuous coyote eagle

Sometimes I wonder
About the state of things
It is my opinion
That no one
Should ever
Have to worry
About sitting out
In the cold
Sitting out in the rain
Sitting without food
Without a name
Without a voice
Living from day to day
Not knowing when
Their next meal will come
When there is more than enough
For people to have
There are more than enough homes
That are sitting
That are not being used
There is more than enough clothes
There is more than enough food
There is more than enough space
There is more than to give every one a share
If we just gave what we had
Instead of hoarding it
We spend so much time
Trying to separate ourselves
From the people
From the pain of the world
People are crying out
They are crying out for justice
People want to be free
Free to dream without persecution
To feel like their lives actually mean something
To not have to want
To not have to worry
To be able to live in abundance
Sharing and giving ourselves
And living in harmony
And communion
With each other
And with the Earth

...it freezes like hell,

get your *** back home, here!...