Anger, is the steaming red on her face
refusal creates in an instance;
jealousy is foaming green
profusion of colors in motion
takes this dance for them to upward
and downward turns,
or a sudden dissolution---
an intense ****** in unison.
Even in darkness he  can see the
spasmodic ebbing waves
sleep is the banana plantation
where night wears translucent green
"nobody would see us here"
she whispers in his ears,
as if they are thieving ***,eyeing
the yellow banana she likes, to play with

Purple is the psychedelic color
smeared on horizon when
dreams repeatedly fly down
like night bats and happen
the way mind designs
we don't want to leave the scene
of the dream even when we know well
that the show for us is now over
we just want to hang around
like the dog,  in the place
it  got a juicy bone.

Yellow is the banana song
that's heard as wave after wave,
by the blind bat squadron
that roams with raw aggression,
for raids above the plantations
Unripe bananas show green fingers
to say "NO! we aren't ripe"
like coy underage virgins.

Then, they ripen, go yellow
some even bright red, inviting
who is blue here is the sky
and those bats who got
the bananas still raw green

Night decents on the banana land
as the white umbrella of sun
is snatched by the dark maiden.
Black is the bat's wing extending
and folding like lust, umbrella and the like.

He finds her shivering fingers like a serpent,
on the banana trunk slithering down,
as he dreams bats, banana, blue sky
and she slithering over him.

I just want to let you know
that im doing well on my own
if I were to runaway
you'd find a little cross and rocks for my name
to this place you all would know
that I climbed this mountin and ate the snow.
I would hope that you would see
that this world we lived in was just not ment for me
I'd hope the person walking my path
would see that this life I traveled had no map
so if you fear long climbs and decents
turn around now and spare your tent.
For one day I will get here
I'll be in my place that I've found so dear
where the berries are ripe
and the heavens are near
where its just me, my traveling bag, and a case of beer.

delivery is from 6 am to 7 pm,

so we gets up at 5 am to be

ready and decents, to find

a message to say it will

now be 9am at the earliest.



so we crept about the garden,

heard the owls and imagined

how it will all be.



the summer house.



you and me.



sbm.

The crash test dummy-
Eternal, immortal mockery
if a mummy-
The poster child for " Don't Do This "
an unnatural being that makes no sense to be,
all the lessons learned a little too late.
like a fourth little piggy, with dandelion spindrils, hoping to build my house.
Like a lion dressed like Mickey Mouse-

I'm so old, but I'm too immature to see, the mockery of life being played upon me.
Run! Run! Run as fast as you can, and the hockey stick is set forth upon my path-
Wreck, Scramble, Brush myself off, while all the Decents
point and scoff.

Slurred words
Thoughts like restless birds
Inhaling the poison that
You know
makes him
                         Different
Its okay though
An easieness blankets the nerves
Because you know how to use your words
He loves you , he wants you, he needs you
The idea of an idle  car
Being made to rumble
Knowing very well then
Not only him but others would tumble
You can’t let him leave
You love him, you need him, you want him
You reach out, tragic actions
And the poison starts to create reactions.  
Dizzy minded on the floor,
You have to block the bathroom door
He will die and its okay
That you put yourself as the price to pay
He reaches up
And removes the light
Bulb.
Its dark and you gulp, hearing the screaming
The slamming next to your ears
Its All you can hear between heavy breathing
Is its okay you won't hurt me
You need me.
The door flies open,
Youre on the floor
You can't let him leave
Angry and drunk
You plead  please
You know that car wont make it back
And that his  goal is to  Crash.
You grab his arm once more
You can't let him walk through that front door
He will die.
And then what are you? To allow him to lose his life?
Because you pushed him over the edge
All Because of one small thing
Offering an uber towards his friend
So hed be safe going home
So the drinking night could soon end
You hold on as long as possible,  
Because although  hes hostle
You want him safe,
Finally the payment will be paid
You feel the hands grip your skull
Pounding. Pounding.
Loud thuds
As your head hits the dryer
But you can't feel the pain
You can barely see
But its okay
He wont hurt you
Please not today.
Youre  dragged across the hallway
Floor.
Hes 10 more steps nearer to the
Door.
You feel a pressure , it's okay
As the corner of the hallway
Wall
Slams into your waist.
4 steps nearer  to that door
To that vehicle
That he briefly  mentioned earlier
Before he drank some more
You hear a knock at the front
He hears it too
Youre at the stairs
Because if he decents
You know youll never see him again
He pushes  you once, you keep
A . one.  hand.  grip.
And he pushes you once more
But this time
You fall backwards,
Down those  steps
Towards the floor.
Your ears are ringing
Its okay
When you look up
Hes not fazed
He went to the room
Hes safe for today
His life costed your mind
A fitting price to pay.
You answer  the door
Its police
Luckily they didn't see you just roll down
Or your bruised  knees.
You make them leave
Because he keeps screaming
Let them near and
Then theyll be bleeding.
You can't make things worse,
you already have
Maybe someday you can shake this off
Maybe laugh.  

Hours pass, and youre outside his room door
Begging on the floor
Let me in im sorry
Please  I just wanted you
Safe.
Youre allowed in, and greeted with a knife
That isnt him, not in those eyes
You lay in bed as you watch him sleep
You wonder,
Why
Did you deserve this,  because you couldn't let him
Die?
You stay awake, scared to not have
Your eyes Wide
Because you already know
That he has that knife.
Morning comes and your body hurts
But nothing compares to the empty
Words
Please look
You beg, to see some sympathy for
What he did, so sim-pl-y
He sees  the purple, the black, the blood
But its like it was swept under a rug
"What do you want me to say"
Nothing. Everything. Something.
Its too late