you
make it so good
and more sizzling

you
and your ire
and your envy
and your tongue

make it so good
for me


(with her)

looks like I'm about to lose my heart to her
I'd like to lose something else to her

her mouth looks like a good extractor....

with fangs prepared
we wait
by stepping out cavern of blue thoughts
and into

night sky
lit by glow of stick-end
night sky
carried on the back of an ant
night sky
begs remorse's end

night sky
brings out unsuspecting fools
to dither aimless
to seek nocturnal sweets
yet hunger dangles in ropy clots
undissolved
only to find acrid wind.

keen dance in the willows
a weeping to come
never keeping anything
yet always reaping

your colors seep and bleed
deep and fast into my tapestry
alter complexion
darker hues peer subtly over
the ledge of lost dreams
and its sister comes to lodge
within the temple of this

lonely yellow heart, mellows
bright green soul, bruised
indignant white passion, bright
vivid purple bliss, falters


turn your bright eyes from me