breathe in the air for me because I can't
bright but dark and suffocating, the stars squeeze me,
watching as they dance through each other like

french tips tapping on a foggy windowpane
pale blue grey lips trembling as they tug up at the corner
the elegant stretched fingers of mannerism -
alien, beautiful, silver and glowing
and throwing away all that came before,
looking toward the future, already there,
waiting for me
waiting for us to catch up

breathe for me because I can't
neck stretched too far, too far back
eyes cast toward the darkness, lips open, screaming, quiet
as the planets swirl in the deafening distance
and I bury my nails in my sides and it burns like

acid rain hissing as it strikes the ground
a high ringing somewhere in the distance in this empty office
stage lights striking the tops of eyelashes in the right position -
comforting and familiar, warm
but the eyelashes tremble and it's all you can see,
the only light in a dark room that could be stretching on forever,
blinding light, burning and staying for hours after as you sit, waiting,
waiting for sight
waiting for sight to catch up



*(I still can't breathe)

'

So much I find,
crosses my mind
as my daydreams all unwind

A sunny sky,
an apple pie,
a green balloon just floating by

A purple haze,
a chocolate maze,
a poem with a perfect phrase

A dancing bear,
black underwear,
a pillow in an easy chair

A parking space,
a smiling face,
a lightening bug that I can chase

A waffle cone,
a wishing stone,
the music of a slide trombone

A silver spoon,
a glowing moon,
a special day the end of June

A birthday card,
a big backyard,
a film with Gable and Lombard

A weathered post,
a friendly ghost,
but what I really like the most

Is thinking of
the girl I love,
and not that other stuff above

Common sense is now a big must
To live with the masses
Innocence has turned to pure lust
Between the lads and lasses
Pregnancy is bad when you're young
Males excuse is that they have been sprung
Pregnancy is
Pregnancy is
A common made mistake when young

Common sense is now a big must
To text and drive is dumb
As you leave others in the dust
Not thinking you'd succumb
As you wind up strapped to a bed
With bandages about your head
As you wind up
As you wind up
Lucky you didn't end up dead

Common sense is now a big must
Careful with your money
Or you will completely go bust
For being check happy
Problems will soon begin to pounce
They'll come upon you unannounced
Problems will soon
Problems will soon
Come, when your written checks have bounced

Remembering you makes amnesia appealing.
There's no anesthetic for what I am feeling,
you high-heeled, cheating, cheap, double-dealing...
I'm rabid with rancor
doggone it.

You're only honest when you're not talking.
I'd rather get jiggy with Stephen Hawking
so don't come knocking if you need focking
Put THAT killer bee in your bonnet!

I wouldn't help you change a flat tire.
I wouldn't *** on you if you caught fire.
If you jumped off a building I'd wish it was higher.
Your photograph has my spit on it.

You're much less attractive than Nancy Grace
(who's an ugly slug with a monkey-**** face...)
I hope you're abducted to outer space!
I've got one more shot...
Do you wannit?

Do I feel angry and hostile?  You bet!
I've become bitter as bitter can get!
But, baby, you haven't heard anything yet...
Wait 'til I write my next sonnet!

You're so amazing
Always adorable for me
When you move,
It always makes me smile
When you talk,
It always touches my heart
Looking at your angelic face
Makes me happy all the time
My adorable angel,
In this lifetime, would you be mine?

Thou canst be a slave to god,
Or a slave to man!!

Now which doth thou chooseth?

When man enslaves
He gives out whips and brittled glass...

When god enslaves
He giveth a whole paradise of unknown delicacies,

Now which one wouldst thou chooseth?

Ahhh the scent of her
voice

as if sound could be
a perfume

her limbs scattered
all over the unmade bed

like a puppet
whose strings have been cut

or now a starfish
stranded in the rock pool

of these crumpled
sheets

licking her naked
clavicle

with the tip of his
pointed tongue

reciting Éluard to her
proud left ******

"...for you are made...no
fashioned for...

nothing but
love and sleep."

or something such
( it doesn't matter much )

only the poetry
of such kisses.