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
Friday, December 26, 2008
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
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.
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.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
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
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
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