mounds of flesh
bouncing vigorously
off the eyeball
Crush
emoting cells
on impact

Dame Nature

If only you had a spirit form
we could ******* to

Through the lens of your naked mind
a universe is photographed;
The photo retains its lucid life
when mine is the eye looking

Within the reflecting walls
of our multiverse gallery
a picture is worth a thousand worlds.

The way to unknow
to the nth degree
in retrograde infinity
is currently: unknown.

If life is a giant casino
and this reality one of its many games
Suicide is the gambler's trump card

But what a waste
to use your only trump card
when other cards can still be played.

I don't truly understand
half the poems that I write
and the remaining other half
I don't think I truly like.

"Had it only been me
I wouldn't dare voice the issue.
Now that you started crying
Would you please pass a tissue?"