If you looked even once,
If you turned to me,
If you touched me once,
If you said one word
selflessly.

Can youth suffer silence
Until youth is gone?
But silence is the worst kind of friend
When she is a companion constant,
And I cannot live like the dead
Until I am among them.

The most important choices are made for us,
And I did not choose to be me.

But if you looked just once,
If you looked at me
Like you could see nothing else,
Then there would be no clouds,
Then I could live in the blue sky again.

I hate the bodies of skateboarders -
I am only watching from a distant window wishing
I looked as good as
a carcass to a hundred starving crows.


The naked day
sunbathing  -
I see from the shade,
cool and remote.
my chest is filled with cobwebs,

And I'm
thinking only of biting into an orange
or being the orange
some skateboarder
would bite into.

Like a drunk in a desert ,

Like a pig flying ,

Like a doomsday prophet,

I am waiting
for a kiss
that will not come

You are brave
and brave
To be

and,

you give warmth like    s  u  n

and you water these fields,

so they will be green

tomorrow

and

tomorrow

Yours to hold, refrigerator pristine
I wave 'hello' in your dream
Yours like the chains of night,
Restless, shaking, birds in flight.

And will you want me now?
Now is gone, remember how
We would sit and stir
Those days like photographs in
Motion blur.

Yours to beg and yours to bleed,
Desires dipped and passions feed,
In this starving heart, an empty room
Unmoved like the mountain, silent as the tomb.

I remember we would play, play like kids in a warm spring day,
With hands joined, we rang in tune,
Our song together, night and noon.
We ran and rolled and locked our tongues
In summer hours, under bright warm suns,
With touch our time to hug and hold,
With hearts in heaven, and never grow old.

But every kiss and every word,
Every feeling in youth that stirred,
Every motion that you made,
Each will go, and memory fade -
After the flood, and friendship fraud,
Ash to ash our souls at odds,
After all our words and games under shirt and sheet,
After all to end up strangers on the street.

Sailors tie your knots oh
How form the dew-dead day
With yawns, fill with yards
How long we long to see.

Polyglot plow yank the pullies up,
Dumb-mouthed in them foaming
Naught and naught not,
Want is feral need.

Peach of preacher's pitcher
Dally down there mince one would away
Oh docimer and dale how the summer's sum
Would taste of eden milk and sap-spring age.

Diamonds polish
Hear me as I wake
And shakes of the eruption gape
Typhoon tongue all luck god made of colors.

Versailles sails on gleaming wave,
Wails sun licked flowers
Ford bread and bread plumb thigh
Feather bald mark the mist
And text is bound in spinning
Spun pink lipped
on promised the Fruitfold heart.

Ampersand revere on fast the raft
AMpersand and apple
Eve and illum.

Discard your tear,
For flair and fear
You are the one and one only.

Fine-finned tune and tossel
Soil green and brick red beach
Pennies cross
And churchyard grave
Good faith forever.

Heal and heath the number pallette
Appetite and berry-bled
Thick as theft
Godspeed your merry-go-round go.

If men were meant to walk on ice,
If all the sane sea were it would that were itself and ours again as always.




Ninth Element; Life binge part 1 Act 1 Verse 2:

The dancing underclothed, and piped
Salted butter and comb-boxed bine.
The dabble dream with sand and shore,
Scold those lavender farms.
Safe as soul, iron-reed,
Stripped stolen, with fast forward VHS eyes
Of sin of the sin's sink
And Belfast brine.

Ah, steal away their suns
With hot and heavy come
By spool and seal
The halls of milk
Insert your pewter
Jade bats and caught blood bleeding.

Ah, Byron on the bay theology
And march your Caesars
In the polyglot pine
With feast of friends and wanton war
The bomb-teared turn of time.


Unresumed the Ninth Element, return to return form.



And burst your fruits the pelican bask the shells in your throats
The swapped peppered sang the day away
With savage swim! savage and starving, burst forth from nature's breast kindly;
Double-down locked in his feeling chains.

Faire hill and shawl of sheet,
Princess Victorian homes sunny swam in my dream dozing.

Aye, hap-hap and lazy, tribe of tallows we clink our glasses looking smug,
Windows 98 in the hours of our breezes.

Upon the barre of harbor, how the fishermen flung their catch
And wheels fish fast dancing babies in the stalled steam.