to stay?

these butterflis in me are making me question
question everything that i see and hear
and i am so excited
that they are back

the sea

treat the islands of correction
in the sea of disillusionment
as misplaced 'understandings'
left lonely for those who lone

we have the eyes we have because we are meant to have them

such is the nature of the sea

natural right

i am freedom
and i breathe for you
like the fresh dreams of youth
and the long scent of autumn
like the sweet splash of purity
on the calloused skin of knowing
like the aged wisdom of hope
in a bruised spirit and body

i am freedom
and i breathe for you

re

does that quick question flash
back and forth in your mind
in and out again and then again
is a beat of in and out and
again you surrender in
and out again you are alone
but flash like in and out
again it is back to see you
off like a letter coated in
and out again perfume that
never leaves you in and out
again.

rosy dreams

could you be alive for me and dance until the river trees
sing along your melodies and rosy rosy rosy cheeks
and love me like a superstar touch me like a lessonscar
for men have traveled very far to witness what i see

strap this feeling to your heart and wear it as your counterpart
attach it to your dailystart and show it how you truly are
forget me nots but let me gos broken pots and chilly toes
for men have watched a thousand shows to witness what i see

to see this real vivacity the remedy for complacency
disjunct to the normality those rosy rosy rosy cheeks
your touch is on my overcoat it sings to me a single note
and men have dreams of rosy hope to witness what i see

The Goose and The Skinkle

i am having an incredible day
says the goose to the skinkle
whip-grinayduhdee dee!
replies the skinkle
the goose shrugs and walks away
and the skinkle smiles and kicks off her shoes

i guess the moral of the story is
skinkles always win

always

what is it to say always
when you can smear it back and forth
i'm not in your steely dream
i reject the words you force

a residue of your always
as it was torn and ripped away
night is the empty, tattered heart
the wasted side of day

when coins jingle in their pockets
chilled fingers lust for sound
what is it to say always
when what you mean is just for now

firefli

do you think love has extension
or is it merely an idea among men
does it exist only while we cup it
in our hands?

does it flutter around us like summer's
living evening light
close enough to see its brilliance
but just out of our reach?

i miss your touch, love

but i know you are beside me
and i'll always be grateful

Cornermarket Shrink

three years i've been going to the same gas station
and i get the same hot dog every day with the same chili
they change it every other day and they replace the hotdogs
once a week

and i've said the same thing to the attendant every day since
she never hears me anyway
sometimes i do change the word order of the sentences
and i count the number of words to equal the amount of
dollars i pay for the hot dog with chili
but she hasn't noticed yet or if she has
she hasn't told me

it's sort of a sad exchange of money for food; soul for redemption;
eyes for a blindfold; legs for a cane; heart for a soulmate
and yet

it's the most relaxing part of my day
so 'one hot dog with chili' it is

aware

most people can't see

the beauty in the rain
the purity of a child
the pain in the news
their own scarred reflections

but we can, and we are
better for it.

did he have passion

collapse into the
effect of the day
on your body
on your soul

surrender to the
passion of the moment
on your being
on your heart

release the reminders
that you have a future
and collect the seconds...

live now

with no regrets

wake up an hour early

a simple slide
soft like looking up into your eyes
a simple kiss
soft like the goosebumps of surprise
a simple smile
soft like touch wrinkled white sheets
a simple down
soft like a playful set of teeth

a simple you
a simple me
soft as morning comes
it leaves

us both smiling

love like ours

yes, we are apart
but love like ours
could never be torn
by distance or time

sleep with ease
knowing that
i am smiling
with you

The Invincibility of Parasites

and sin the emotionless masterpiece
three years old and dying
a parasitic Three on my heart
a disastrous Three that lives alone
but Three alive and never dead
never does Three die i love that
Three is a part of me but i hate
everything about it

and sin the emotionless masterpiece
is an exhibit that my conscience
has become obsessed with to the point
of madness
but the blow to conscience is light
in impossible comparison to its brother,
Brother Change, who is now a grown man
a grown man with arms like a militarine
and a heart as popular as Schoenberg

Brother Change, you are our only defense
against the parasite
the emotionless masterpiece

hills on the horizon

there are the hills
like one grinning reminder
so beautiful from afar
so cold, ferocious within
there are the hills

forget the injustice of it all
simple, release your foolish pride
forget the windows the wariness
align yourself with hope and listen
to the rain

the wet, the rain whispers
it seizes you and holds you
caressing your face it dissolves
your worries and your doubts
and you will be aligned and ready
ready to face the ferocity of love

there are the hills