Standing here with no chair
contemplating the air
I breathe dark hues
I smell burn... I see him back there.

A circus dance,
so many rings and shapes,
I see them there...
quality measured in minutes and dollars.

Never saw the world before...
bleak and full of promise
an elusive ***** on the phone!
Legs are glued to this floor.

The room dark, as I see images pass by
my mind active, I try to ignore...
wealth not clarity,
health a disparity...
an existence started;
invited to beauty.

I don't always have something to say,
learnin' that's okay,
I smile now and think more...
I got so much to adore.

I can be literal,
a fool;
impute magical powers to my being...
and I smile,
and it cracks smooth lines...
a delightful guffaw.

An introduction to me!
Run Run Run,
that little boy...

I am your corrupt concubine
set forth
a calamitous ***** force
swinging from a hook,
pitched feverish;
a dervish
loathing...
I see what you did!
oh yes, I see what
you did.

My satin is stained with years
of vile semantics,
I see that crooked *** smile...
I cannot translate,
each character, each chastisement,
each year a bitter palate of
'the finest.'

You have distance,
your mounds, and wads...
wallow in them,
a true master of the plan.

The light
sound
pop


the light
sound
felt

pop


felt


pop


blanketed by pop

sound

stew


swagger

laughter

heavy beat

pop
felt

the light
the sound

pop

felt

pop

Set upon a mornin' rush
my fingers tired
eyebrows crushed

burrowed, borrowed
time to dash
time to crash,
to hell with cash...

I run. I run.
everlasting,
my copper top
a blast.

It's cold! You rapscallion!
artificial heat
beats my feet,
I slow, Yes, I slow...

my fingers tire
my eyes in tow...

Should the world implode, I will have known love...
from steeped leafs at Starbucks and chocolate,
to *** delivered in an alley,
a seductive dance of connectivity...
all unlikely.

Should the world explode, my love will cover the one I love.
Had I heard the beckoning call of wild,
I surely would not have followed;
my claws extract in special circumstances,
a probability.

Had paths not crossed,
had hell not transpired...
had the earth itself not balanced
on the head of a tack,
I may have missed the best
that life could offer...

so why don't we?
In honour of love...
give in to captivation,
our artistic inclination,
our fascination...

It is the point
you have sharpened...
we stand on precision....
and I can't stop smiling about it...
when whiskers scratch
your beautiful surface.

In honour of you, I bow...
my one, my sheer exceptional.

May the earth wind upon my entrails
envelope soul dashing
rattle ground
fleeting steps
a memory; a lullaby
weeds form a smile
picked heads rub yellow
sneeze white parachutes
galloping freedom
skip ropes!

Skies of popcorn
hail upon back
painful laughter
Zeus cracks cupule
an acorn alone falls
simmering,
stones of ice
shimmer around
naked thought...
those nearest
reflect toll,
a mid summer day
could lay here...
here could stay
a monument
a child.