You are never around when I need you
And always around when I don't
The things that bring me peace
I know to you they won't
The taste I know you feel from my lips
Is shared from distant spaces
And all your struggles to grasp my attention
I can only see the traces
But please don't stray from your endeavor
For i am but a student in your class
With lifetimes of lessons in passion
And no need to learn to fast

Alphabetically articulated habitats
For unsophisticated acrobats
Tilt sideways to the beat of the drum
Stuck in a fine daze at the bottom of a bottle of ***
Fast crying circus barkers warn of long winded fortunes
As slant eyed on lookers BOO and gnash there teeth
"Gentle men, Gentle men", the filthy little man cries
"Let me dine with your daughters for just one night
And I promise you eternal fortune"

Ticklish
Tigers
Tread
Lightly threw a forest made from deflated goose down pillows
Spying on pray made from thrown away stuffed animals
Children's dreams create clouds that have there own setting suns
Spun tightly around cast aside lolly pop sticks

I have a feeling that someone is watching me
An almost effervescent watchfulness
Clumsy at times but quick to disappear
Not quit self aware
Like looking at yourself in the mirror
Is your reflection there when your not looking?

Dreaming of woman from increasingly distant spaces
Breathing their faintly fading pheromones
Cleverly placed upon my pillow
While I am away fighting the battles of great men's children
Clear visions of life times spent with women outlined in millions of withering suns
All balanced on a thin wire waxing and waning between unexplainable happiness and impenetrable sadness
Feelings so strong that upon awakening
Eyelash size bits of me are left behind

(With the dropping grains of sand in a hour glass
So to one day my entire being will be left behind)

le fantôme d'un rêve, est ce ce qu'elle était à lui. un nuage très dense rempli de toucher scandaleusement mal interprété des mains fines