****** a self bone love
where only crystal skulls *****
in morphine harbors of youth.

Penetrate the gentle pink dawn
of dead days hanging -
moon rising red mouth, half-open.

Savor the metallic ******* ragtime
of cold handsome lips.

Razz the fluid glutted
plop of fossil *****.

Slip the light, hot licks, squid squirm
tight snarl back to spread-eagle rising.

Gnaw at the fresh goose-pimpled flesh
in tribes of sweat crossing.

See the green railwayed eyes,
half-smile sprouting.

Urge spasms to go slack, end-to-end
like hair bellies over, shudders run-
down one foot flutters, fluid waves drop.

Flash on the swamp cypress relief
as the **** sputters out
and faded pink curtains heave.

Allow the bring down roll.
The two planes, silent park
like some ***** bed repose.

So many  opportunities for wishes,
11:11
shooting stars
birthday candles,

but here I sit
with you miles away,

so many wasted wishes,
throwing coins into fountains
breaking wishbones,
blowing dandelion seeds.

the way you write, it's as though you understand everything 
but you act against this logic

my explanation is so simple I doubt you'll understand anything 
I hide inside the pen ink

I farted in a lift today
                                    I know now
                                                                 That is wrong
                                                                                                      on so many levels.

you invited us
to life’s one act play
where the bearded lady shouts to me
in her mocking spotlights
I don’t stay to listen
to what might be the truth
long ago I hid from that,
(burning bibles talking, and
prison doors locking)
yes, I fled
through the tempting doors
not yet barred
to write riddles
far from her shining stage
outside, in the cold stillness
alone
where the owl plays some game in the night
and hoots its signal of our plight

Maybe if I was older,
Maybe if he lived closer.

Maybe if I died my hair,
Maybe if he didn't still love his ex.

Maybe if I wasn't so shy,
Maybe if I could actually talk to him in person.

Maybe then we would be perfect,
Maybe then I would be complete.

Because I think maybe without him i'm lost,
I think maybe he's my hope,
I think maybe he's what I've been waiting for my whole life.

Maybe he loves me to.

Maybe I'm lying to myself.