One day
I shall lay
in the garden of remembrance
and forget
everything
I ever
knew.

We are out of eternal bliss
Let me kiss the mauve like lips
Let me kiss the cheeks like new born petals
We are out of eternal bliss

Let me lie between your two malleable hills
Oh my love! My love is out of eternal bliss
Your body- where the pearls are dancers
The pigeon’s hairs are your hairs
Let me go to meet my maker! Let me breathe my last breath! We are out of eternal bliss

I want to feel the feelings, you feel for me,
The rhythms of my lines are calling thee
Sing the heart-beat song that transports me
The rhythms of my lines are calling thee

Open your closed eyes, afraid not- the eyes of the heart are fliers
Our fortune is unfortunate we are out of eternal bliss!

You, of the quiet consternation
And barely discernible presence

You, of the smooth disposition
And ragged dreams

You, of the floundering eyes
And expandable conviction


Your roguish smile
And your twisted games

Your striped shirt
And your quaint brilliance

Your strongly-lined jaw
And your oneiric glances

You chase my adjectives away.

Believing what they told her. Fat. Stupid. Slow. Being what they expected her to be. Just to escape the torment. Resorting to the sidekick position. The helpless follower. Never equal. Always to slow to be worth it. The fat kid in gym. The last one to finish the math problem. Blamed on dyslexia on big bones. Then it happened like a caterpillar her shape morphed became something that might be desireable. But by then her wings were riddled with the holes from past abuse. There was no confidence only anger and defensiveness on her horizon. In an attempt to salvage what was left of her she flew away to a place she thought was beautiful. A place she could start new, fresh. A place where she could hide the holes. But in the end winter came freezing her keeping her from moving while she was attacked over and over by new beasts who tore the holes open and gradually made them into bottomless pools of sorrow... When summer came she rested and patched over the holes to try again somewhere new... How does the story end? Thats up to you.

I had a dream last night
I was a Pterodactyl
But that's beside the point

When I was human
In my dream
I hooked up with women
As far as the eye could see
(Maybe 2 or 3)

I knew these women
I went to school with them

But every time I touched,
Kissed,
Nuzzled with any of them
It felt wrong
I was disgusted
And it hurt

And as a Pterodactyl
I couldn't glide
So I hit the pavement
Hard
Even though it was really windy