Easily infatuated
With beautiful bodies,
And sharp curious minds.

Longing to peer closer
at those startling star-lit eyes--
brief moments and motions captured on a page...

Je veux comprendre.

Can I have my heart back?
The one I gave you years ago.
It might be collecting dust in the corner
but I understand

Cause you never even knew that you had it all this time.

It might be a little rusty
Even broken in some parts.
But I'll make do.
Because I really need it back.

Someone came along and says he wants it.
But I did not have mine when he asked for it.

So can I please have it back?
Because I finally found someone I can share it with.

you make me
take my toys out of the box
share them with children I don't like
finish a jar of marmite  wipe my mouth and say thank you
smile at horror films
touch snakes with my bare hands and eyes open
put salt in my coffee
speak with my mouth shut
you charge for every kiss a thousand Chinese burns

love is the pile of thorns surrounding a petal

wind buffets my body
cigarette
between fingers
lighter clutched in right
hand, hammock holds
brilliant blue
skies open
copy of neil
gainman's gods
american
paradise
drunk but not
confused, I
create still
handwriting
large but neat
no, not so
mess contains
beauty yet
i doubt power
of words due
to overwhelming
fuzziness
just a break
life goes on
separate from me
aqua flip
flop, walk down
beaches, now
peaceful life
missing still
what I lost
every day save
this one here
I used to
live in this
paradise
("paradise")
plastic life
aqua is
the color of
paradise

I hope you're writing something useful.
Wherever you ended up.