The closest I get to playing sport
is when I forget where I have put something

I never cared, mouthed the lips
Like liquid concrete, cold and hard
No warmth or crinkles of care

Eyes like glass, an empty one
Harsh judgment, all soft gaze expired
Compassion extinct. Nothing there.

You are not welcome here
Says the silence, loud and clear
Do I vanish? Into thin air?

This face that lit every nerve and cell
Is expressionless and will not tell
Of a time when it did really care

A jump start.
Or was it heads first?
Either way I found myself talking to flowers!

Yeah, how high?!
I, couldn't look away!
A past life recurrence in just a matter of hours.

Empty buildings.
Full insights.
In the glow of the moon.
Not seeing the end was a shape of a spoon.

I can't remember that walk home.
Was it cold?
Was I tired?
Pure chance we even met, my life was inspired!
The soul is deep and the mind ever deeper.
Free spirits we are, but always a 'keeper'.
Like A true treasure kept or the powers of a hero.
I'll think of you always ....
you're my one.
My zero.

.

                            Dad takes
                      son ( who is only
                    a head ) to a bar for
                    his first   drink. With
                   all the patrons looking
                      on , the  boy  took
                      his  first    drink   •
                      SHWOOP!   •   A to
                      rso popped out!The
                      bar went silent,  th
                      en burst into a  wh
                      oop of joy!The Dad
                      begged his  son  to
                      take another drink.
                      The  patrons shout
                      ed "Take another d
                      rink! Take another
                      drink!"• SHWOOP!
                      two  arms  popped
                 ­     out.  The  bar  was
                      going wild! TheDad
                      wept  with  joy.  By
                     ­ this   time  the  boy
                      was   getting   tipsy.
                      With his new hands
                      He   took     another
                      drink. • SHWOOP!  •
                      out popped two legs!
            He stood                  up  on
         his legs. He              stumbled to
      the left. He stu       mbled to the right.
   Then he stumbled    out the front door
     and into the street    where a truck
           ran over                        him.

Paris: immutable
permanent marker
dream.

I love you like
the giddy sparkle-crack,
irrational love
found in picture-book fairy tales
I outgrew by
13. You are
my desperate idealism
romanticized into sepia wallpaper
on my laptop screen so
hi there.
Hi, Eiffel Tower.
I think I know your contours
better than a man knows the outlines of his lover but
Paris.
My feelings run
still.
Stiller than still, like
blood gone cold
in love's deep-freeze,
I'm fixated.

Paris, you've got
a residence permit
without an expiration
date
to live in the red beating
city
within me
where no boy has ever kept up his rent and
what,
           what
what does that say about me?
That I reach out my arms to
a rose-tinted Google image
rather than a
tangible embrace waiting for me at my
locker every day.

Why can I serenade you
but not even speak about him?

Paris, I don't think...
I don't think I should love you so
fairly.
For you are my soul investment
but we won't breakeven.
And they warned me,
Paris, they warned me
that you are most beautiful in the rain.
How gorgeous, how
dangerous,
in this age of acidity.

You do not need me
when countless 'artistes'
make love to you
on camera rolls, ivory keys, second-hand
typewriters of silk-faced men.
You do not need me.
Even history has shaped you
into an evenly symmetrical heart
on the map.
You do not need me
but I gorge myself on your
romance
to keep me sane.

Who needs therapy when there's the Champs-Elysées?

And I know that you're crumbling
like, God, yes, the pastries in your abandoned patisseries. I
know that you're crumbling
beneath pink candy wrappers and Casablanca
scene imitations so
that's why
they say you disappoint.

My aunt had a suite at the Ritz but
emailed to tell me
about the soot-stained post office
on rue-this or rue-that and
what,
         what,
what does that say about you?

Is that why they took
all the locks off your eternal bridge,
discarded each love-tale
attached to your hinges
because you were
                               heaving?
Vomiting out love because
it was over-indulgence, like
you'd stuffed yourself on red velvet cupcakes
to find you couldn't digest all that romance and
Paris,

I'm holding you tightly.

My feelings irrationally match
with some product with a price-sticker that reads
'true love'.
Did I tell you I cherish your flaws?
The smoke snuck on buildings and
vines like
veins
bleeding honeysuckles onto windowpanes
and brusque sandwich orders
in some seedy cafe.

I want to crawl
into your chinks and spaces,
make little dark coves
in each little gap where
I can sit and
read.
I can read.

I can read you.

Paris, you are
the postcard that never
came in the mail
but I somehow found
in an empty drawer one day and
I love you.

Paris, I love you.
I'm writing it now but
in some beautiful future,
I'll tell you in person.

"Angel Baby

It's just like heaven
being here with you.
You're like an angel,
too good to be true.
But after all, i love you, i do.
Angel baby, my angel baby.

Uh, uh, i love you,
uh, uh, i do,
no one can love you like i do.

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh,
uh, uh, uh,
uh, uh, uh.

When you are near me
my heart skips a beat.
I can hardly stand on
my own two feet.
Because i love you, i love you, i do.
Angel baby, my angel baby.

Uh, uh, i love you,
uh, uh, i do,
no one can love you like i do.

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh,
uh, uh, uh,
uh, uh, uh.

(yeh!)

Please, never leave me
blue and alone.
If you ever go,
i'm sure you'll come back home.
Because i love you, i love you, i do.
Angel baby, my angel baby.

Uh, uh, i love you,
uh, uh, i do,
no one can love you like i do.

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh,
uh, uh, uh,
uh, uh, uh,
uh, uh, uh.
Uh

Once ago a time perfect and not only mine but
ours! A love designing sublime rebellion shined!
Days when our kisses held the potential for
avalanches do you recall a faint trembling sign?

The years away from us but that integrity still
inside! A search for those who breathe romantic enterprise!
Nights when smiles meet in agreement toward
best planning the adventure in each other’s eyes!