One.
Two.
Three.
Little pills.
Washed down.
With ***** in coke.
One.
Two.
Three.
Little pills.
To drown.
The thoughts you provoke.
One.
Two.
Three.
Little pills.
To shred.
The memories left in my head.

Bubble gum was
A past time favorite, smacking lips, sugar kiss
Teeth warming up to ******* tongues, licks
Of whistled no you can’t do that, **** in
Pop! Tripped bubbles, blow onetwothree
Inside each other and then Bam
Bam Bam, the bad man is head over heels
For the girl with pink lips, licking sticky
Bubble gum crumbs off her skin.
And you say we always win; winner-winner
Chicken dinner for two or three or
Just you; a lone loner is alone;
It’ll be okay pink bubbles, one after another,
They’ll keep coming your way.

“I accept chaos, I am not sure whether it accepts me”- Bob Dylan

We look for a red mark
Drawn into the center of our world
We wish for very touching and touched
Whispering of orders and sweet nothings
We ask god or purchase a life which
Will have enough heart-beats
We see the line and feel like following
Because things have fallen short
Sometimes you and I,
We want limbs to break-off of tree break-off of birds fall off
Our bodies, then we will fall in
Love with transparency
We are sick and weak with difficulty
With hiding and seeking and finding
The mouse-hole of meaning
We are stuffed to death with the icing
Of the cakes- with the must-be-of
Music- the formulation and onetwothree
Of music
We don’t know **** about music but we love it
We know that all these words and all this knowing is like laying down in the train tracks
We are scared to see god and **** in the same car trunk in the same heartcage
I would fall into the love with you
But that would mean too much
We would take up air that does not belong to us
I would **** myself with you
Shoot you through my brain
*
Maybe, we are born so well
Into this age
That we settle into misunderstanding
I am sorry love
I have been speaking for you
Our eyes don’t see red
But we don’t miss the spectrum
Our ears don’t hear the sirens
But we don’t need that type of hope

We are full on yellow air
Dangerous and territorial
A black flag of our disposition
Stabbed into the sappy Styrofoam Earth
I will be able
I will love you when words
Are as beautiful as poledancers
As drugged up and crystal like you daisy baby
As zipped open like zero-sized jeans.

Clocks are striking
Mind is spinning
Falling down, I make no sound.
I cannot speak
With you near me, I feel so weak.
Love consumes me
With you, I feel so free.
With you, all I do is smile,
and I know I could stay like this for quite awhile.
The clock is ticking,
onetwothree
I need you here with me.
Endless time could I spend with you
Be mine, and I will be yours too.

TEAC/HER

I taught
my daughter

as a dutiful father
her ABC's and

her OneTwoThree's

but as my daughter
she taught her father

how to see a world
as newly new

as 3 year old's
. . .do!

And I much more
the richer for her

world's view.

L'AMOUR NE S'EXPLIQUE PAS! C'EST UNE CHOSE COMME
ÇA!

"L’amour ne s’explique pas!
C’est une chose comme ça!"

I love the ABC
of you

the onetwothree
of you

the latitude and longitude
of you

the shadow and light
of you

even the join-the-dots
of you

even the painting-by-numbers
of you

you the cryptic crossword
I can never do

unable to even understand
a clue

couldn't bear to have you
explainecd

to know the whys
and wherefores of you

loving just loving
the je ne sais quoi of you

glad that you
just exist

and that in that
existence you

love me.

"L’amour ne s’explique pas!
C’est une chose comme ça!"

I am going to have a dinner party
(my heart is set, do not try and
discourage me)
The psychiatrist asks, "How
long has this been going on?"
fuckingtwitfuckingassfucking
doctornowaren'tWEtwee?
my inner dialogue kicks in
without the slightest prompting
I am going to have a *******
dinner party and not even you
can stop me
(you see I lived in a hollowed out
shell was stuffed inside onetwothree
sometime in 1962  or was it '63?
I think I think at least I think
it was me
until
they dragged me out by
my leg and plopped me
down on this bug eaten
couch O
THE INDIGNITY)
I'm going to have a dinner party
then they'll see
this little dump here?
naturally it's only temporary
that's what they keep
telling me
but they won't, they won't
stop pulling at me,
rubber fitting for my mouth
"Bite down!" how bout how
bout say please? and the rest
of them they sit in a row
and tell me it's for the
electricity (who's
the crazy one now?)
I'm going to have a dinner party
and none of you can
stop me