Frustration
takes me out of the moment.
Pain
takes me out of the moment.
Heartbreak
takes me out of the moment.
Loneliness
takes me out of the moment.
Boredom
takes me out of the moment.
Technology
takes me out of the moment.
Everything that
takes me out of the moment
wastes the potential
of each moment
to be enlightening and inspiring.

In a heady perfume of pheromones
Blood flows out in quick streams
This body is hot ember
I am stressed.

Brown honey drops drip on her tongue
To heal such heated hunger
The lemon twist squirted
The salted meat and bitter brew
Easing the gnawing beast
Feasting on her lack of food
The tiny face drawn in hunger
Looked lovingly like an angel to me
Red lips bleeding from the needing
A harsh blush brushing her skin
Phlegm rattling
Like a death toll
As the bell cracks but still tolls
Fantasies of chicken legs and buttered rolls
Rack her fevered brain
Today will be the same
Dreaming of something delicious

Perhaps I am mistaken
But I will not be missed

The rocky mountains
With their sharp snowy peaks
That pierce the clouds
Will not mourn my loss

The dark green jungles
That see life spring
And sing with all of its’
Strange complexities
Will not be vexed
By the loss of me

The salty blue and green brine
That was the fount of life
Will not take the time
To find I have departed

The clear blue hued
Or clouds skewed sky
Will not cry to say goodbye

This big brown mud rock
Will not stop locked up with grief

The sparse space dust swirling in the void
Does not know me well of enough to quit floating
The sparkling expanse will not stop its’ dance
Stars will keep on burning
Planets will keep on turning
Without learning or caring
That I was ever here

her best ****
was half drunk
fully clothed
in the front row
of a strangers
disco funeral