punch
punch kick
punch kick slam
                                                            the walls are just far enough apart
                                                            that i can't touch them with my arms
                                                            stretched as much as they can
i fling myself at the wall
i know they're white
i've seen them
                             so bright
i had to squint
                                                     but now
                                                i know there's a light
            i can see my hands
                      in front of my face
but it only makes the room
       a dull grey
                                          not the white it once was
               fingernails claw at the walls
                         trying to discover where
                                                          where that faint light
   is coming from
                                    i can't located it
          where's it coming from?
and why isn't it as bright
as before?                                              (..when you were here..)
                     i scream and kick
      bash walls, crash around the
once a comfortable space
                    which had now began to close in
           maybe it was just the low light
but i can't breathe
                                                    it's getting smaller
              i fight harder
where is the light?!
                        where is it?!

punch
punch kick
punch kick slam
punch kick slam fall
                               fall
                               fall
punch.

stared through
                        smudged
                          smeared
they're forever
not looked at
instead looked through
                                  do they understand
                                  they're needed?
they keep in warmth
they keep out wind
they keep in cold
they let in wind
                                                they have a purpose:
                                     to be not looked at
                                     instead looked
                                     through

The evil men in Washington do scheme
Be not shocked by this declaration
Their wickedness put upon the nation
Control and compliance is their very theme
Cameras gleaning all manner of datum
The greater population not aware
Files stored on computer hardware
Intrusive these measures hear the drum
Citizens of America spotted
Someone somewhere is tapping the phone
Gathering loads of pertinent tales
All those locales on maps are well plotted
No one is left out of the spying zone
Operatives filling their bales

the bronze medallions
dropped from the autumn trees
to tumble around

man's constant feasting
on the planet's many riches
shall starve future gens

we escape to a dark corner so only strangers surround us
i hate to admit i'm a little ashamed
      (i know you have been wanting my curves
            you know i have been weary)

What is that? You look, point, start to read
But i innterrupt your eyes and whisper saul's secrets to you myself

it's all about the delivery you see
or
        maybe i am trying to find a reason to get closer to you

It's my second favorite, I say

What's your first?
I breaststroke back through your canals and reveal Julian's utopian paradise,  peeling back the drapes of the boards that built me
I kiss these memorized words into your ear

You are surprised to hear a ***** poem,
Laced with ***** and ***** that catch you off guard
I watch as the ballad sinks into your shoulders

I can tell you have never been with a girl who gets turned on by poems.
          
Your arms sing higher around my hips
Grips grow tighter
Perhaps this is the first time you have been turned on by a poem.



am i what you expected?

do not say it, express it*

my life in a moment has been
a momentarily lapse of reason.
my heart in this venture has been
a vexing vent into a loving treason.
my soul caught up betwixt has been
a bewitching of what makes "me".
my fate in mutation has been
a mutinous stranding at sea.