uncertainty is what
the world gives for free
a seed of doubt
inseparable
alone and
awake and
alienated with it all
the fact future cannot be forced
to obey our cravings

Apple tree blossom
gracefully spinning
gently falls on the
ground
Gladly I take it
going up the stairs

Tired silence
of summer dandelions bending at the breeze
sweaty beer bottles sticky with sand;
long night walks as the stars shine with boredom
at that time magic is real
anything's possible for an outstretched arm
open palm grabbing from the universe like a full bowl of popcorn

In the deep
velvet
night
Longing, searching not for light
But for darkness that
consumes life
And creates a violent delight
Such as dying
Sleeping oh so tight
Bundle of divine
sweet supreme

La petite mort

is like a naked nerve
slowly suffocating while
breathing in
Spreading ugly and hateful
Until it takes over
drowning you in a bubbling
****** clot

I'm lusting after that drop
of sweat
sliding
down
  down
your neck
        curving between your chest
wanting to lick itsuckitbeit
and consume your essence in hopes
of getting rid of this
Sensation
that forces me to look at skin
searching for a way inside

There is sadness in it all
your gaze towards the stars
fuzz peach-soft
your voice
bitter as a bad patch of coffee
kisses filled with pomegranade love:
I swallow little seeds of doubt
in hazy sweet cotton or crisp clear morning
there
is
sadness