In some parallel universe.
Where blessings are curse.
Where doctor are called nurse.
You keep your kids in the purse.
You sit on the dogs and houses are guarded by horse.
Where the grains are powder and the flour is coarse.
Where the rain is burning hot and the bird roars.
The money is nothing and your right matters.
The guys are scared to go out in the night and the world is hers.

You will feel deeply
Little girls can write like dragon ladies,
galvanise poems and spit them out metallic
slipped through pavement portal cracks
I don’t want to write like a girl anymore
there’s no air holes.
Dragon ladies told me not to
I stuck googley eyes on my conscience
diversion tactics
I hope the world doesn’t eat me
crack sun-roof open
limbs steer in different directions and going around in circles.
No canoe
I want to be an radio ooost
me in their karaoke voices
if you stop being yourself, it will set you free.
Cha-cha-cha.
if you stop being yourself, it will set you free.

Woman have
                  more ***** then men
most of the time.

       It's pity that

men are bigger *******
                      all the time...

The young man from the country side was green,
With women,never seen.
Never knew their ways,
With them I am awkward,he says.
That would not do his uncle thought,
Life for him would be distraught.
So he bundled his nephew in his car,
To a place called"Lily's Bar".
To the lady beside him he said,
You will get well paid,
I leave with you an innocent young boy,
Return to me a man of joy.

Well where would I pertain to start...
         it wasn't at the beginning rather the end.
For we were going out, I put on my already
     ironed jeans, ironed jeans? yes I do that.

But moving on from my habits, we move on
to another of her perception of time.
                                      those fateful words of;

                            "I'll be ready in five minutes"

What isn't told, what hides beneath these words
                                                           are as follows!

1. Five minutes to find a pair of shoes!
           the minutes start again with each disposed off
as what is time without the right footwear...

2.  Five minutes to pick a dress to try it on,
if it doesn't match ^No1!!^ then as before
             five minutes graces her thoughts again.

3. Hair she has so much,
               but if it doesn't match the occasion,
I had to buy a break proof mirror, she said the
             brush slipped, but I have other thoughts.

4. Make up? why she is beautiful without this on.
                  But for some a cover from insecurities.
each layer having to match the above and so on.

Well, I had waited patiently?
                    but five minutes collected into infinity.
I cracked open a beer, had one or two.
               then fell asleep on the sofa even the dog
looked at the clock and muffled into slumber.

She came down, looking like I had seen her
on our first date. The time wasted wasn't at all,
those moments now melted away. She has no
construct of time, but when I see her like this,
it doesn't matter how much time she takes.

I wondered the desert a lone luchador exiled from his home country .
I missed many things .

A warm bed to romance my many senioritas and a hot tub to enjoy underwater exploration .

The great dictator had banished ******* to wonder the dessert .
All because of the lack of a green card .

He was a evil man with orange hair and a small ***** but a man who understood sometimes you simply had to grab life by the ***** .

I admired that .
Although being a outcast in this desert made me wish I could challenge him to a no holds barred ******* match .

Wear I would wrestle him.into submission .

I thought to myself ******* how can you allow this old lesbian to defeat you?

I decided to turn back and march myself to Washington for i was a man amongst many oiled and **** .

I tweaked my ******* and called across the desert .
Well actually I just called a uber. 

I was off to challenge my opponent to a true battle of mono e mono .
A great debate on public access television .

For I ******* was going to run for president of the untied states .
I would change many things .

Making all drugs legal allowing free trade with Canada and finally allowing there people to cross freely into are country .

I would of course build the wall around New Jersey so no more terrible reality television shows could be produced .

I would issue all people knives and guns and make all vegans leave taking there ****** food with them.


I would also close all schools so as to prevent shootings and allow television to teach all the children what needed to know.

I would make ****** harassment punishable by spanking .

And I would make minimum wage a hundred pesos a hour .


I would rise to the level of other great presidents like Orson Wells and Elvis Presley. 

Ole Ole Ole .

A vote for ******* is a vote for ******* what else do you think it is sugar britches .

Sept. 10, 1987

Inside old ladies on bicycles
I see ghosts of young girls,
pigtails flying from beneath their greying hair
eyes sparkling behind thick glasses.

I search in me, for ghosts of hopscotch
and double-dutch, two-***** and tag.
I can feel them shimmer,
holograms of my youth.

I search, too, for the ghost
of the old lady I will become.
I sense her, frail but determined,
fading, but not dead before she dies.

If little girls live inside old ladies,
and age hides just beneath young faces,
there is no such thing as time.