I want something
burning. teeth
        \/\/
give me sharp teeth.

make me a *******
panther. lying
is the only way
to say how you feel.

give me a punch
goddamit,
so i can punch you back
with my ******* forehead.
give me something that smashes.

give me drums baby,
electric guitar.
give me blue, the color and the sound.

give me calm
only
after i make

a ******* ruckus.

A ring
welcoming
the smell of fresh coffee.
Intimate conversation

is white noise
to the melody in the mundane
coffee order of his familiar voice
that captures mine.

Although I’m earnest while saying hello,
her grin holds a thousand secrets;
the few words I manage seem small,
but she continues to collect them for her tip jar.

Hidden in line, he's disguised his affection.
She awaits his arrival, his orders; they share
silence. An unfilled cup and connection
swept away, unnamed, a new cross to bare.

you know,
i think you
‘re
probably pretty

easy to kiss –
i mean that
it’s effortless,
something
we both

just do. me

and

you are mine

and also yours. are the bees
having trouble
kissing the flowers?
no,
that is what i mean by easy.

Last night I saw you
but I was asleep.
You were blushing,
rosy-cheeked and almost mine.

You looked like liquid,
but were pointed
and everything came back to your eyes,
which I know well

although
i do not know
the color of them.

I wanted you
but you were liquid
and pointed
and I could not have you.

all my friends, goodbye
i am not going, but
staying here, and why
must you go so fast, what
are you looking for
on the sidewalk:
something, or
so it seems as you walk – talk
to me while you run
away – be gone
and your voice will fade to one
sound of every drone

staring at the sidewalk not
smiling, working, naught.

bless me with soft hands
pressed to impress lasting warmth
not just on my skin

boom!

volcano,

i do not trust gold
that is hard to sift through –

**and neither should be art.