I'll be chasing down the sunset
although I'll never find
her. Melded pink is wonderful;
her gold cannot be mined.

Every time I reach for her
and think I have arrived,
my evening lady's disappeared
into her golden hive.

Every night I chase her on
horizons by the sea,
but now I know that being gone's
her only way to be.

Her purpose is to fade away,
the same is said of me;
but beauty's in the setting sun,
a beauty meant to see.

i shed pounds

of hair

when i shave
my

back,
chest,
neck,
shoulders,
abs,
and below.

It falls lightly as the electric blades become hot on my body
gashing into my un-satisified self.

i am a hairy ****.
i am a hairy ******* man.
i am a hairy man.
i am a man.

but here i am
shaving everything off
so i can be
the boy
of your dreams,
the boy of your dreams.


And now, my body burns
but I cannot bear it; looking like a bear.

Encounters**, though encountered as perchance
are calculated quests of happenstance.
Though man is subject to his journey's end,
the road is paved by beasts of circumstance.

Our free-well, then, just navigates the bends
and all roads lead to paradise – I mean,
we're probably all parasites, it seems,
the physical expands beyond the soul,
unless the soul is physically controlled.

Consider physics' undisputed law:
all energy's conserved from see to saw,
but what about from saw to sea:
the sun I see set on the sea –
it clearly still takes energy?

You make me feel so good
and so bad
about myself.

I could drop you like a hot kettle
and you’d be shattered, but

once I pulled a tea kettle from the hot box
and burned three of my fingers
because I didn’t want to drop it.

My friends say
Just put her on the backburner.

I don't think my stove is big enough.

It's not the time of dandelions;
they've all been blown away;

those fragile fragments now remind
the shooting stars of day.

And though the seedlings blown away seem gone;
they float as static light and air along
as pieces of a never ending earth –
a universe recycling its dearth.

All matter is
and always is.
A dandelion
may be his

smile. And think – drink water from your sink –
it may be reimagined stars you drink.

Title: The Basketball
The Basketball Team
The Basketball Team Meeting