a memory of you
having a memory of us
               sampling salty treats
               during that sultry spring
               screening out the wind
               that sneaked in
                    through the blinds
                          staying up all night
                             to remember what
                                   it feels like
*all night I'm gonna write poetry
all night I'm gonna write poetry
all night I'm gonna write poetry

tap my bones
tamper my temper
tempt me on Tuesday
love me on Thursday
shut my rusty trust
trap my soul

my body is a carton of eggs
with nothing but cracked shells
like the other side of the moon
       the other side of a balloon
       the other side of a loop
       we see in nightmares
       like soil drought
       and traction
       like antartica's
       desert
       and Jupiter's
       europa
       my skin is cracked tampered and
       forgotten like the book of enoch
                                     no love
                                     no bones
                                     no pores
       like lidless eyes that lay red and
       dry like the surface of mars
                                     no flesh
                                     no air
                                     no sin

my bounce house deflates on me
all pillows explode
into
airbags
where are you
i wanna say things
like i kicked *** today
and oh my day was ****
where the hell are you today
where on earth is everyone
monster
under my bed
leave the microwave
beep stuff hair in my drain
spill coffee on my white shirt
hang spider webs on my ceiling
do something where are you talk to me

a voracious wrath vanishes
varnishes stick to all wounds
in the womb we vent the room

repel the wasps that wait on
the inner side of the window
for the light to toast them

the bulb is a wastebasket
with light stuck in it

some angels
trade wings
for fangs
to inject
poems
on  
            shiny shattered souls
            pick up those pieces
            read them
            feed them  
            to the lion

to have a talk with you
you measure my distance
three times as patience as fury
moving away from the origin an instant
six minus or equal feelings
Than ¾ a glass of wine
fine related-rate problems

you talk like this:

we need to implement the ability
to insert exact speech,
including additional pauses.
pitch-changes.
speed-changes.
when addressing each other.
fifteen
eighteen
twenty-one
(a+b) – (Me) = like this:
two steps back steps forward three

behind the low-fence-yard
parallel to the string-of-stars
sitting with eleven pm luster
hides the meaning of beauty
this evening you forgot your
umbrella and out in the wild
someone plays the guitar
to someone at times

the omnipoem has verses
       that compose themselves
aware of its own structure

it knows its fate and writes itself
the robot that wants to be human

it goes ahead and offers himself
the hero that knows he must die

             finds a path to a castle
                 and rescues the princess
                      so the movie could end

the world holds its breath for us
soggy
   feeble
         drenched from the hours
         waiting out in this mist
         let the world manifest
         nothing but bliss
this liquid love
this bottomless love
I'm made out of water
when you are the sea

your love is the rabbit
on a wheel coming back
to me as I try to move forward

my heart is your boomerang
may your smile be my fan

your love is the rabbit hole
I will not attempt to hold back

trying to seal my eyes
   on restless nights like
        cigarette packs that
              never close properly
       sleep opens and closes
    eyelashes latch onto
thoughts. unwelcome

I can write all night
at every place you like
as an attempt to revive
the corpse you left behind
in hopes to bring you back
as I look for comfort I lounge
on love seats oh how soft is every
chaise I sit on all I touch is made out
of dust bunnies my timeline is a string
of people saying I'll be back

you've conquered all sentiments
            you are IMPOSSIBLE
                 the time traveler
                    that kills his
                     grandfather
                     to end some
                     DINOSAURS
                        and flies
                        and coin
                     the CURE for
            spontaneous combustion
        for YOUR photogenic HEART
       captures mine as you bring me
     a w a t e r m e l o n w i t h s e e d s
   through the wormhole speed of light

try
to
tame
the
toll
of
your
fear
for
your
throne
should
not
train
your
tears

I show you traffic lights
so you know when to follow
but they are all yellow
the waiting period
the electric hair
you can't hide
after the rave
after the wave

I thought it
was time to stop
when. I saw the red
but it was just a stain
              after the bird
        after the car
after the window-bird
crashed the car-head

the before the after the chronicles
the number on a napkin in a trash can

you
are the
engine
of every
motorized
butterfly
in my gut

just another poem about love

and velvety kisses
like voracious volcanos
and weekends in Venice
and Sweden
ven amor

branches brew blazing flowers
under the yellow-spinning sun

y o u a r e everycrowdedplace

your dilated-brown-eyes
expand like the naples-yellow-sun
you look at melting my blood-red-heart
diluting my deep-blue-feelings

dreaming that you are flying
while falling
off a cliff
wild
   witty
     wishes
       waiting
     for Wednesday
testing the temperature
tainting archives of how-tos
to stop analyzing how green
         a tree should sheen

the halo
your arch
   drowned
  in the starch
of our mutated
              fractures
   most things break
frosty mountains melt
scattered promises flare
driving planes on icy lanes
       forecasting plastic tactics
          arguing drastic gambling
             how fast your clothes fly
                                                        my sidewalk is
                                                        the cushioned path
                                                        of things that are best
                                                         left in the past

moving words
from one place
                 to another
                 declutter thoughts
                 hand wash the words
                 air dry the words
                 fold the words
store
the words
in room temperature
breath in let the words out