Do Not Go. Stay.

stay and be mine to suffer bliss and earthly delights
stay and indulge me in complete You.
stay and be thorough. rummage through my things
and tell me you love me, while leaning in
for our first kiss.

yes.

with my fairy tales exhausted. i had my wits about me.
like huffing glue on real problems.
the sticky-wickets and whatnot.... that gather through me.
like a trojan-horsehair medallion -
at the end of a rope. Or a ray
of  " No ".

A Spot of Bother that May Be Scotch -
Or Maybe Not... but the rot boggles.
the way decay and Seasons agree on everything.
how you can't stop writing letters
to imaginary patrons
and lost mice.

' awake '  is a maze
in a deeper sleep
and i wonder...

then i wonder
some more.

this could hurt and it will.
it drags your bones
under your skin
leaves you naked
in the droning love
you’re drowning
so blissfully
in
it spells your name
without vowels
and leaves a dagger
to fill them in
you dress the wound
but remain naked
in the fire
of your
sin
you know the words
but they’re gone
you say them anyway
and nothing happens
then you say
them again

old habits.

Varicose Honey Farm in infrared 'elan
a siren's charm exuviates the rim
Of Karma
Where the Rift is harmless, If Harmless -
Is belladonna~
Omni-Colic-Rictus
gets an expert Witness
With a Degree in Soft Spin
And your Lips.

Someone in my skin gets out of bed to spawn

an iron lung, to extricate the wind
of Mantras -
Where the Risk is constant, If by Constant
you mean " Oxicodin "....
Drizzled over pixels of a Thought in Progress ~
Half Forgotten.

My Net collects the alabaster Parasols
A Dandelion lost To a Dog's breath


I put them back.
I put them back.
I put them back.

To humors It May Concern,
i bid you Comedy, at Best.
how the Life-Line, Is the Joke...
like A Lost Chord
is a Best Guess.

but I fluoresce.

So allow me to digress -
into a fetal emission.

a child of light
with old scratch itching
to strike a
Muse.

As I say
yes.

In a dipsy village on the outskirts of Hopenhagen  
i did tend to my ******* sheep and stub my toe on everything.
apparently.... that's what god wants. so i deserve pie.
to this very day, i believe the logic is sound...

like a hammer striking the shadow of a Bell.

your feet smell like gumdrops and moss.