Your words of tender, mellow slur
are furls and wisps of thin, streaming clouds;
       dancing ecstatic,
       swaying hypnotic,
       sailing on the somber oceans of the wind--
then nestling as mist
   at the doors of these still lake lips of mine,
   hankering to swallow and wallow the low-resting, quiet, ambrosial fog.

(he)  
You know I would if I could
(she)
You know you couldn't and wouldn't
(he)
But I wish and dream about it
(she)
I know I can't live without it
(he)
Then we should do something about it
(She)
There is nothing that you can do for me now
(he)
You know I would if I could
(she)
I know if you could you would
(he)
Agreed ?
(she)
Agreed !

There are no transmissions any more
Just long rocking emotions
sitting on the front porch of life
The skin of our teeth leaves
a vacuous  hunger
for the virginity of thought
But the magic inferred
leaves nothing but a sunset's ray
of goodbye upon the plains
of yesterday's regrets

Pink converse,
white tights,
And she's just hanging there.

I don't dare disturb her,
because somehow I knew
She wasn't real.

(My Mind Questions It)

So I peek...
Peek under the stall door,
to see nothing in it's place.

A tile floor.
Something thick,
it's covering every inch.
But, it is naked to my eyes.

The air is heavy.
Breathing in dense fog
and nothing comes out.

Who was she,
and why would my Hallucination be her death?
In suicide.

I hate my brain,
For not knowing what to say.
There are so many words,
Just waiting to be shared.
Yet my thoughts remain blurred.
Why?
I know that he cares.

Been a long time coming
But I'm still coming strong
If you thought I'm all alone
I guess you thought wrong

I'm surrounded by the whole world
Right?
While you're in your little room
locked tight

I've had so many feelings
Not all of them stay
But this one has stuck with me
Ever since May

You think im dumb and different
But you're just conforming
I'm my own person
It took some time, some forming

Cigarettes love me
All of it's above me

These Converse that I'm rocking
Are just a reminder
Want something from me?
Then you better come knocking

Time to kick up the distortion
Listen up kids
And get some absorption

Next time you love me
Be prepared to lose me
Next you time you hate me
Make sure you're hasty

Got my 1-Up cap
And I'm kicking down the street
Got my hood pulled up
Waiting for us to meet

Get back to the future
Like Marty McFly
You're still gone
And I'm still alive

One evening
after work
I began to walk
from the railway station
along the footpath
joining an acquaintance
on the way
to accompany and converse
amicably I thought
at first
but he became aloof
and hostile
ignoring my bonhomie
why
I had no idea
so crossed the road
estranged
shocked and ashamed.

Most words get casually tossed into the air,
gently carried away by their impermanence,
lack of true depth or meaning.
This is the majority of conversation.

Some words stumble out unwillingly,
forced out over tongue and through teeth.
These words are harder to coerce into being,
yet too heavy to be kept inside.  

And then there are words flung out innocently,
born of a benevolent background
or intending no substantial meaning at all.
But the implied connotation is hurtful nonetheless.

Or the words haphazardly spit out
in a weakened moment of anger,
and the regret runs deeper than the thought
put behind the decision to hurl them around

These are the words that settle into minds,
the ones that flop out and lie there,
panting from the exertion of the pain caused,  
intentional or not.

Be wary of the words you bring into existence.