your feet smell like gumdrops and moss.

smothering the coals, i laugh.

like a rope in a spoon... nothing is sane.
i just have the scent of you and our unbearable togetherness
to fall apart too... i have nothing else.

so just in case i hate you; let's be friends.

sleeping as i do... i don't.
too much about awoke and such...
weary yes... but stumblesome -
in happy ways about it.

climbing out' the sky
for strange candy
is the ground

to doubt it.

the morning came without so much as a fit of dead stars.
just a stoic blue, blasted over heaven, and the day's morass.
i slept through most of it. but had bad dreams masquerading as good times.

i slept on the train.

anyway...Jupiter has moons you haven't heard of.... and Rings !

i cannot wield what i cannot love...
and i don't know things.

Life is where you leave yourself defenseless
before you are born.
By having eyes and a mouth and no truth to speak of...
save the tragedy of You...
And the Love.

Valentine's Day is how the mifflewarts expunge your good happy.
It dwells in the innermost fleem.
It has no fortunate rodentia, but scampers oblong
into  a sideways dream.
Lip-bitten. Our kites collapse in come-aparts to go *****.
prone upon the earth of our dim Ding*
when the Clock was gargling
Always.

my madness unfolds like a sordid towel drenched in mute figurines
dancing to a thread count of arbitrary rhythms.
a syncopation and a passion, woven into the marrow of my thoughts.
a crustacean on a star, swallowing it
whole.  

i never emerge as much as i descend.

then i ascend.

Life is a threat full of puns.
squirming in the rictus of our every aspiration.
gasping for Yes.
A dormant gloom, gleefully dislodged from a Happy Place.
with a note from the Doctor
that ate your crucifix
to Fix you.

we All have Issues.

II


but the thorn in the rope
that you're knot
isn't exactly ' Not You '.
but it Isn't.

i cannot begin. i've already started.
now i'm staring into space.
i can't see where i'm going for all the being there.
like a forest and a tree
exchanging a Polaroid
for methadone.

and a stone compass...

a compass that never believed in True North.
so it spins.

now that your lips move and your breath is heavy-wet with burnt orange sighs, your eyes too deep to see me
from so much love away... now that your arms merry-go-round my wasteland, swirling languorous in lust, unarmed... you are the embers of lost ice, gathered on the farside of dead-center, more alive than krill, clinging to baleen and waterfalls, in the toothless maw of leviathans.

You're mine, again -
And out
to Sea.

my love for you is like an everlasting gasp.
my every breath haunted by a memory.
and now i'm used to that.

when we do not kiss everyday
it's like we never met.
more like we died
to live this way
unkissing.