you bring to me
your offering
of  love

you place it gently
upon my sleeping breast

and the retreat
to the chair in the corner

and sit, content
to wait til I awake

you watch me
with eyes
full of  adoration

hoping your token
will be sufficient
and bring praise

i awake....to find
a dead mouse
on my chest

in shock
i scream
long and loud
i do confess

you are confused
this is you best
you bring to me

and i yowled  at it

you slink away
thinking these
human things
are difficult
to please

next time
i must bring
a baby rabbit
back to the nest

one of my dark secrets
I have this fascination with
the dark poets of rock the dead ones
the ones who blew their minds out
Peter Green
the crazy diamond the
Pearl
Jim Morrison
of course Jimi
I feel connected to van Gogh who died never
selling a painting
an angst a dark sided dream I
wake up to
with visions at times and words caught around my ears
with painted landscapes, I can't touch
so baby
I just wanted to say I am
touched

then ever comes sudden
you were never expecting
had not a premonition or
second
to prepare study, just like freshman
year of college
when that quiz was sprung on you in
Economics 101
and that party was what you studied last night
and her or his physiology
along with a bit of chemistry
along with humanities
greek things finally
gave a bit of a sigh
when that geek professor
you hated announced
with his bow tie and striped shirt
I have a surprise for all of you
in a sly sort of nasty way
with that way that ate at you
his hand flailing the air like a kite
his breath minty and gay from way up
in the back row of the class, you could smell
of course, you got an E on it but you glared
oh how
you did leaving the classroom that day

out discovering
just lost in a guitar string about pulled to her maximum
as if Peter Green was sane
or Santana had tamed those salty blues
supernatural
I feel
I have a good mind to go crazy
too
said that was all I knew when you met me
and we
decided
I'd be better off dead
when I hear a guitar call for
****** and get
butterflies instead
to all the aliens listening in
don't listen to me
listen instead
to a guitar
made righteous
love to