I fantasize about death like she fantasizes about life

when will i care
when will i care
when will i care
when will i care
when will i care
when will i care
when will i care
when will i care
when will i care
when
will
i
care
when. will. i. care
WHEN WILL I CARE
WHEN   WILL   I    CARE.

when my love comes to see me it’s
just a little like music,a
little more like curving colour(say
orange)
          against silence,or darkness….

the coming of my love emits
a wonderful smell in my mind,

you should see when i turn to find
her how my least heart-beat becomes less.
And then all her beauty is a vise

whose stilling lips ****** suddenly me,

but of my corpse the tool her smile makes something
suddenly luminous and precise

—and then we are I and She….

what is that the hurdy-gurdy’s playing

I wish
But wishes are for dreamers

She knows lately her mind has not been of this world
But it hasn't been combing the cosmos either
Rather it drifts further and further into the black, unfurled
Only tiny flickers of planets that have since expired

She so yearns for her body to join her mind
To leave this lively atmosphere behind
For even when she shuts her eyes, the world is still around
Nothing can quite change the fact her feet are still on the ground.

And though you'll find this ending grim,
This planet no longer cages her in
She has joined her mind out in the dark
And has left behind no earthly spark
She has left the ground without a care
As her body hangs, suspended in the air.

flowers laid perfectly in a path
silk colored of pink welcomes her mighty wrath
young girls look up to see the image of beauty, kindness, and love
gentlemen see her as the image of above
all hail the perfect
all bow and worship
her mother and father loved her since the day she was born
they knew she would keep the world from being torn
she walks down that path as the angels sing
but soon follows every human being
the world has a blindspot for seeing the normal this way
every blended person seems to save the day
the broad picture of society
it brings nothing of variety
but can you blame
wanting to be viewed with glory and fame
the image of picture perfect stands and wanders
making everyone want to be a follower