cut slack

said to cut you some slack,
so of course:
i will wrap you up in a blanket of slack and then roll it open like a carpet before a queen
from a pirouettes to a plié
dance like a jungle.
i wonder if i play the game. or maybe i play it wrong.
maybe one day the game will play me.

i don't know where we are going.
the future scares me.
i'm learning how to be myself
how to sculpt
i know i think too much
i wonder what you think about...?
sometimes i have no idea
sometimes i really want to know
but maybe it's the wrong time to ask

but oh well
you make me very happy
and im full of love
and you owe me a haiku

too much wanting make a young boy sleep bad with the wolves

in distance
a one or a two (things)
grows/grow
which dance like a rain god and squirm like a wiggle worm
and both may love the other but the other loves not both


like two question marks dropped on their heads, linking
to become (what would it become--??)
but who is really one?
a heart too, pumps in halves
and the veins, blue,
but the body warm and alive
and i want you

cus here in my room
naked like a dog
cold as a penguin
burning like a kettle
i feel everything, want to suck the world's tit
lick the syrup from the fingers of the trees
sing the song of someone's heart, someone's question marks
fingering the cobwebs of a soul
...living a life with details
the exquisite
a yawn in bed before the lights go out.

water

like it's sweet
to have water when the desert rolls to your feet
and a whisper's not so bad when it blows through your teeth
instead of holes you get treats
like the smoked lung can now breathe
after handfuls of hope become beads
to drape a necklace of dreams
over your toes when you sleep
...
i awoke in a stream
of consciousness
and drove my car to the green light and the painted intersection
taking big gulps
and knowing it's good to be floating
(to have a spring in my winter and a fall in my summer
..wherever the months go off to
and however the days melt and crystallize
the flow
through me
watered the orchid that bends and twists and hangs and grows with my
love
)
into you

nebulousnNever,neverNo where?

swim spinning in pools of turquoise smoke
my head spilled like soup with steam drowning in my eyes

pupil
lucid
born
through elephantine ideas gripping the hinges of nebulosity

cus crystals are in caves
and the most limpid iris
fused to an inky pupil

In this divide
a palpable pore
a wet lip
: the fuck in the tenebrous terrain

i'm smelling my sweat
riding the curves of life

this feels


good.





around

a silence with something to say

u

i

manage
i'm (not)
something
simple, (wanting a)

yes
over and over
u

Claustrum

claustrophobic hanging on
the dimples on a white screen
shavings of caterpillar bones
cocoons of cocoons


small plastic cell waves
pierce my ears
locked to bodies, two bodies
(claustrum, bolt)

the yoke i strain with broken shells
i put back together
and grow
and twist
like a tree
winding up a beanstock

more than pieces
gathering fully in bloom
there's a petal brushing your face
with closed eyes and a late summer tinge
deliquescing
into a winter reverie
tip-toeing around the corner

i remember when you jump on me with your arms and legs wrapped around my body like a koala










elephant tusks in the bath of a misty morning