I often enjoy being off of the ground.
The feeling of having no control
Is exhilarating and tormenting
All at once, we all could be gone at once
Like a kiss or a whisper back to her
In the purple veil of the night that stirs
All the colours of our lives together
Then brings us back

Up the mountain is a hurried curled breeze
and I'm shaking, still
The cable car is off the rails
And my ears pop as I get closer away
Farther today than yesterday, okay.

So I like to see the other women smile
Back at me like a soft Medusa
It's like an ice cube on the asphalt
That never freezes or melts
Too close to or to close the school.
Down the walkway where her eyes close
The door that opens and I walk out
With the invisible monsters on my bag
On the saddest, red day of my life
I still somehow stole a smile from her
Face me and taze me with your torpedo *******
Then let me go home

Make the light fade from the eight by twelve inch
Picture frame of the world
That moves and moves faster than you can't see
Believe the memo, believe
The note inside your mind says it all
It says. . .

       "Please don't go,
         I'll eat you whole."

Again and again
We run out of words to lend out
Of love and death above
The tomb is red and I'm finally done
With this

My last poem. . .
Oh ****!
Do you feel it?
I'm almost home. . .

        Nevermind. . .

Yeah, there is a real shiver
Silver sliver of cold medicine
Made it so bitter to swallow
This headache down and up

The rocking chair rots in the sky
Lay down, lay down
Goodbye.
Goodnight.