In my dreams
he comes to my rescue.
In my fantasies,
he climbs the Mt. Everest sized wall,
and fights off the guards
to discover
a part of me
so long ago buried,
so rarely a glimpse caught.
He would cherish
and protect,
the fragility
of my hidden self.
But my great wall is
IMPENETRABLE
IMPERMEABLE.
And he
would NEVER
try.

I'll show you mine
if you show me yours,
there's no end
to the less and;
the more.
Put it out front
On the Merry Prankster bus.
Heads that turn,
on stiles of morose,
sprinkled in
dulcet dust.
Fleeting;
Freeing;
Binding;
Everlasting.
Jeckyl & Hyde,
they took my mind.

Never trust a Prankster
on this Merry bus.
Heads;
And beats;
intellectuals and,
Flower children all.
In the heat of passion
or the distance of disease.
I mean what I say
and say what I mean.
But they;
With ill intent
or goodwill ecstasy,
Always in dissent.
Plague of lies
and ill begotten fantasies,
scrupulously denied.
Sui Generis.
Out of the Abyss.

My heart has strings
Strings that used to dance
Above a stage of red,
Beating the perfect rhythm.
But he tugged
and he pulled,
And my heart strings lost
all tenacity.
Now they hang,
limp, lifeless,
emotionless.
Attached and unattached
To a heart that lie
Broken and black.