I'm 12 and in bed for the night
    listening to WSAI. Dusty Rhodes
    is the DJ playing music of Cream
    on my crystal radio in my ear.
    I'm frozen there forever. I will
    never wake from futures Dream.

I will do this.
I will do that.
I'll even do that.
I will never do
that other thing!

Sometimes a poem
I write scares me
with its honesty
I never share.
Truth bleeds
from my eyes
into the poem's
sun that I stare.

When you find something
you like, steal it.
When you find something
you love, ****** it.
When you find a sealed
letter, read it.
When you find no way
out, take it.

I love you in fierce ways for a night or two
  then sober up and break my own heart again.
  We meet in a park and feed the ducks, back in
  your room we fall in love for an afternoon
  **** ourselves in pleasure and pain but stay.
  You haunt my dreams then die on Thursday.

Do you still desire me?
In a different way now.
A beautiful woman
just fatter somehow.
Can't lose baby weight,
can't stop eating candy
carrying extra freight
big **** you're handy.

The air's nearly gone from the weekend.
   God! The fun we had since Friday.
   My hangover's gone and I attack laundry
   and scream at the kids to finish homework!
   Panic. She needs a specific item nobody has.
   She needs it tomorrow. I call parents begging
   and heaven delivers once again. Frenetic.
   I will miss this magic as it's gone too soon.