i've kept every song along my way to you
i try never to sing the same two. you
do not hear the music
and you don't  listen.
You were just. Too,
When you died

the words
are not mine, but i have them when i sing them to you.

i don't know where this is going to

*END.

My muse must be a jokester or a ****,
who’s starving at my fluffy luscious words.
My musing is so sensitively sick
I doubt my muse has ever talked to birds.

But when my muse is gone they sing to me
and he returns to tell me what they’ve said,
but makes no sense and speaks predictably
of seasons, love, the grief for long-lost dead.

I guess my muse is old and out of touch;
for everything he says is nothing new
and where the secrets are, there aren’t much,
with him i win the hearts of just a few.

I love to blame my muse, though i’ve come short
or quickly come, his unrevised cohort.

where are you going, somewhere you don’t care
;and with whom, someone you’ll leave soon?

but you stand still
and i beside you,
hope to keep you
happy.

you cannot be kept,
i spoke and stroked your hair
you left, to a dream
and slept through the ride

we traveled nowhere side by side

My baby,
my darling
my Chinese ******* finger trap.

If I pull you too hard you’re going to snap.

if i pull too loose
you’re too abstruse
you’ll come undone,
so will the fun.

You hold me tight,
just when i fight.
so
i’ll let you loose
onto the night

and off you’ll go
an empty tube
i hope the next guy won’t need ****.

i fall for girls from the fall,
mostly ladies with letters of their names
in the middle of the alphabet: elemeno peas.

Ah, envy
that sits on your shoulders
and wraps itself,
like a scarf, around your neck

until it steals some magic
from moses’ staff
and whispers(as
eden's serpent)

“eat from that tree.”

Had I held this flower long enough to love
it, it
would have wilted,
dried, and died
by now
,

I                      sometimes see
it
breathing                                               in the garden,
flourishing
–
so
                                                                in the garden
I                      will leave
it.