her boogie woogie,
boot and scoot.
her goo bosh vibe,
so small and cute.
silly little Anju stomp,
unaware of self.
bite taken from a chocolate,
stolen from a shelf.
when we are free from this life
we will run in fields
and see the sunset and the joy
life with you yields.

I untwisted my brain today
And lay it out on the table in rows
Examined it for kinks
To see what the other thought thinks
To ask it what it knows.
I mushed it back together
But I couldn’t quite remember
What went where, or how it goes….
I squeezed it back in through my nose
And now my thoughts just flow and flow
Part of some muddled, mixed up show
All cause I examined my brain dontcha know.

I suppose
if I could metamorphose
Into a new skin
with wings
and a bigger brain

I would.

I contemplate
that this fate
may not be
the best for me.

And yet

I wait

I will grow
and cocooned in the modern american sheen
Dream of wings
miles away
from an airport or two
across the bay
they wave
from boys in areoplanes

I know
there is great green valleys for me
with deciduous trees
and anemones
and bears that ski
on their big fluffy bellies
in the shadow of some upthrust rockface

I beat
the drum of ****** life
and think the heavy drought of thought
and drink
the steaming heat of dreams

I knew
when I was a zygotic mass
imbibed with life
and stolen with soul

That I would be
The best ****** butterfly
You'll ever see.

I am made of sand
I'll slip right thru your hands
I am not time
But in eternity I might let you stand
I only come out at night
But I always stay out of sight
I'll send you to your dreams for a fright
You need me in your life
Or your brain will turn to mush
Always on it will turn to slush
I bet you know my name
So I'll stop playing this game

i've been growing kind of bored with words
you know?
they all just start to muuuussshhhtogetherandthenyou kind of forget what you were even talking about

as the thoughts that were once words
turn to wax
and merely resemble what they used to be
but if you hold a flame to them,
they won't burn
they'll melt
and drip down my spine
until they chill
and harden
and i become paralyzed
by them in a different way
than what i'm used to

I miss you.
Not *******.
I miss
You.
I miss your smile when I have a hard time waking up.
I miss you teasing me about my inability to go a day without spilling food on myself.
I miss knowing what you're thinking about; all ten things.
I miss the way we never walk in step.
I miss your wolffish grin when you're about to say something ****.
I miss the way you look at me and actually see who I am.
I miss talking to you after work until you fall asleep in my passenger seat; trying to stay awake but failing in spite of yourself.
I miss the way your hair sticks up eight different directions in the morning like a super Sayan
I miss conversations around the clock.
I miss your worries and your fears;
Your concern
Your empathy
Your laugh.
I miss you.

Now girl, how do I live without you,
and what my existence without you?

Sundered from you,
I go sundered from my Self

Coz it's just you now,
just you, my life,
my peace and pain,
my love.

And we are bound this way,
unbearable apart,
For you, I live every day
and give myself away
no moment be without you,
in every breath, your name;

Coz it's just you now,
just you, my life,
my peace and pain,
my love.

For you, I give myself,
your trust, that holds
and soothes my soul
woven, my destiny with you
and with you,
I'm unfulfilled no more

Coz it's just you now,
just you, my life,
my peace and pain,
my love.

Sundered from you,
I go sundered from my Self

"I'm in love with you," her aristocrat says,
And the girl tries to hide her dismay.
"Why do you say that?" asks the girl
"because you're new and old" says the Earl.
"You love me because I'm a novelty?
Just because I'm pretty and not like other royalty?"
And she feels her heart begin to ache
And she curses herself for being a flake.

But then he merely laughs and draws
her hand into his and with a little pause,
says: "The taste of you, the smell of you, all these things are new,
and this is why, my Sweetest one, I cannot stop kissing or touching you.
But deep down Dearest, you should know
that as sure as the Kilimanjaro snows-
That even despite my young ******* son
Or the fact that my leg's shot through
and the ghost of an ex-wife hovers over me
and the skeletons won't stop tumbling out-
Still and always you are known to me.
It is as if we had never been strangers, see.
By the crook of your smile and the laugh in your eyes,
You couldn't hide from me, not in a disguise.
And this is how I'm in love with you, Sweet,
Newest yet oldest lover-friend, with you, I've found my own two feet."