Your curls are my desire.

I am always late to class.
and I like the tweed that covers your body.
and as strangers I convinced you
to purchase those shoes.
and now I know how to cook lasagna
in my dishwasher.
But isn't that more wasteful?

Hours fly like scenery
panels past my window
your window, mine
the city will share it's landscapes.

October is the darkest month.
lights flicker with the wind.
stitch a seam to bind our friendship
Breaking thread and breaking nails.

I'm sure you think I'm watching you.
Pasting your face
in lines of ink.
Because I think you're thinking me.
But seldom do these thoughts cross line

for line the lines are travelers.
Making up the twists of our day.
But my lines, unruly; refuse
the straight and structured
Insist and twist and
just can't stop their dancing.

101607

I'd like to tickle
sweetness
and all the laughter in between.
I'd like to tickle.

From vices merge
embarrassments
a silence admitted.
that we're all in too deep.

But I'd like to tickle
ecstasy
and tease the danger in between.
Yes I'd like to tickle.

From tear-stains and
mascara cheek-stained
my face says everything.
cause we've all seen too much.

Yet I'd like to tickle
infatuation
and balance obsession in between.
Oh yes, I'd like to tickle.

From dry-mouthed silence
blood caked thickness
caught up in my throat 'cause
we've all screamed for far too long.

So, dear, I'd like to tickle
distraction
sweet embracing in between.
For how, we'd love to tickle.

101507

She should be sleeping
again with the sleeping sleeping
the tired eyes are waking to eat
the brownies in your kitchen.

She walks along the broken glass
the fallen flask
the watered mask
and smiles at the tracks of blood
walk pacing past your floor.

She thinks the thoughts of darkened skies
repeats the thoughts of haunting friends
with unfriendly thinking striking through
the deepness of their passions.

And this is not the flow of thought
she stops her thought
to clean her thoughts
for thinking thoughts of reckless thought
is far too dank to mention.

And where have all the back pains gone
the golden statues of the sun
and where have all your judgments lain
to pass the sunlit sunshine sun
and give it to the broken.

The sickened sweet sticks to my tongue
to give the taste of this regret
the thoughts of delicate raw delight
to plague the brain with gifts unwet.

But why's the pain of night returned
to steal the sweetened glucose dreams
and take my mind to bodies burned
to rip my flesh off at the seams

and now I'm ranting constant conquer
purpose full of discontent
and now I'm screaming conscious jest
to fill your blood with gold unspent.

And how the changes of your tide
will take my soul within your grasp
never to give my life the chance
for freedom feared from frightened fables
preventing mystery foods from tables

and where should the body find this dream
the pulse of strange exotica need
venom flown from taste to bloodstream
again to track cool breath breed
alighting in my catacombs.

Or maybe

the problem is I care too much?


Or is that even possible?

for you.

Tonight I caught you.
You were caught catching.
Caught glimpsing.
I caught that glimpse
leaving trace-
path across your gaze.

A fearing fear of terrific.
Terrifying frightened
simple stated reaction.

Please do not tell me
my eyes are not lies.
The twisted twirling tales
of deceitful tattle children.

Baby, please
don't you tell me
you have let all the monsters
come out and eat your pretty
pretty face.

For you are the most beautiful.
All the beauties never grasp
the sweetness; curving lip lines and
the flutter butter lashes.

And now my fear sincerely.
To scream an echo fade.
I hope to hope a lonely hope,
and pray I have not lost you.

Oh baby, please.
Do not let them eat you.
Devour face
and creamy posture
and blushing body
and curving mental mystery allure.
Please do not let them eat you.

They don't understand
the concepts to savor
and like the amphetamines
will only leave you bare.

Broken lover; hollow body,
they are all here for beauty
stealing all your profits.

Your grace will shed
off pounding, pounding,
and groaning, moaning
hunger pains
beauty loosing
and all the while the
monsters here are fat to gain.

So tell me please again, Love.
Tell me sight creates mistakes.
Tell me what I caught was simple
butterflies for catching
Salmon pink and snatching
the molten brownies scratching
to rip the fat from off your frame.

Please tell me I'm mistaken.
Do not starve the planet bare in.
Desire for bodies such as yours.
Do not; feed the beasting
and steal off bite for bite
all the love you had to offer.

all the love you had to offer.

traditional.

too intent on reading
not walking
I ingest a couple gnats

they are setting
all the weeds aflame.
On fire.

how strange a thought
to burn all undesirables

100107

Cat man stares
your drifting soul
with nicotine fix
and slight seemed interest

Cat man captures
invisibility
and purring snickers
your head avoids

Cat man begs for
a kindness stranger
than blindness stranger
than guilty. For

Cat man knows your
purpose shifted
and all your secrets
live in his eyes

dial 9 to get out

Fall traces slide on past my windows
The chatter of the end of day
Evergreens will always be so
Until their voices pass away.
And nothing, nothing takes more notice
than statements shared, of reckless thought
But brothers, sisters, your standards broken
Allow your iron fence to rot.
And great dark skies forever stretching
Eyes settled; clouded vacant stare
and shared with tiny wobbled fledgling
Alight on maiden's face so fair.

swimfan

definition: overload
the screaming, creaming
honey sold

and breaking grins
of deep respect
from sharing burdens;
stand erect.

And blanket statements
that cut you short
defend the droplets
when friends consort.

What change the
summer's sun can make
bleach out the darkened
haze forsake

Shine on lifesavers
your cause is just
with little profit
and constant lust

Recognition bleeds
the soul for more
'cause that's not
what we do this for.

list.

-do some shopping.
-understand gender socialization.
-toys -clothes -books