"I wish my brain was a more efficient food processor!"
cries the wide-eyed boy, arranging play-doh on a platter.

I wish he'd lick the salt off my toes.

                                                         ­                                                                I am the aching in all of my joints.
                                                         ­                                                           I have no 'where' to go but anywhere.

Please, let me go.
Please, let me in.
Please, let me let you let me in.
Oh please - don't ever let me let you let go of me again.

                                                        ­      The pieces are assembled, but the puzzle never quits. It wants to shatter

A huge mouth in space drags deep the destruction of its rippled birthing.
Velocity swings hips, to display our treasured variables.
Soft-served in glittering whirlwind,
I feel the needles underneath me
before I touch the ground.*

                                                       ­                                           I'm carrying the mallet, but my movements pool
                                                                ­                          before I can release them. I'm melting, without a trace