have some heart

I will kill you.
and you will kill me.
and i'll stop your killing spree.
then i'm going to slam my fist into the sky.
you'll probably say something like,
"have some heart"
i'll probably spit on that cloud.
but one thing's for sure,
i ain't going over there.
no no no no.
once we reach the top.
but before that you'll keep me in your closet.
I'll put a finger thru it.
and i'll see the world-
and you won't even know.
you love me like a lover?
but i still walk on air or snow.
i want to see you as I see you.
my eyes filter everything-
there is no stopping it.
though the laughing lady is very sinister-
you still go to her.
like a duck to water-
i don't even know what that is.
and a moved thought or opinion.
or something figured out.
I just don't know what you want.
I just don't know what to do with you.
I just don't know what to do to you.
I just don't know what you are.
i want to see you.
feel you.
want to know who you are.
but i'll put a hand into it.
where i stand about 3 inches away.
and push me.
so i can see the curves.
or bars. or lines. or shapes. or scents.
i don't know.
tell me the way to go around the hole.
so i don't fall in.
hole covered with cardboard and
you.
so tell me the option one more time.
while i rob it from you.

the thought mess

laughin like a mentioned ankle brace.
red on the outside, beaten to blue inside.
tryin to love it.
but i opened the closet door to you, would you shove your way inside?
come on in, please, queen.
i need the presence of innocence alive in the room.
or killed. must be killed or nurtured not left alone.
lonely.
taught lessons of disregard.
pushed into the thought mess. i want out, i want out.
graded by nothing, but i don't want to be God.
thanks for the time. i want more.
running from end to end. backwards.
arms are meeting. i think the affection grows.
maybe.
sometimes i think wrong.
i want you to want what i want.
maybe you like what you see.
but i cant tell.
treachery comes in 11 forms.
so i'll hide in a bunker til the war ends.
then you can comfort me.
put me up in a tree.
and i'll dangle. in limbo, like rasputin.
dancin in the moonlight. a king and queen.
they climb into the cave, and wait.
waiting is living.
living is waiting.
always waiting around for the next phase.
i'll walk around in circles til the graveyard accepts me.
then i'll ask for your hand.
and we'll dance together.
a most prized possession, gift wrapped and sold to the highest bidder.
Deranged Junkie outbid me.
i have nothing of value. i own no gifts, or trinkets.
but i hope to return, come back to the sun.
plug in.

i suppose so

singin to the loved one. hard featherweight she brushes on my shoulder.
collapse mouth, into another.
breathin thru my nose, lots of mechanical waste band technology.
creepy crispy one.
i'm just so patient, oh.
i'm waiting waiting waiting. sitting.
i'll say some facts that depend on embarrassing pictures.
or put my face into a blender, put it on grind.
then i'll watch the mongrel people and their dog men.
great day.
jumpin thru the hoop. 7 more times.
im gettin tired, but i will drag myself to the line.
further, i get on the blazing orange bullet. shootin thru my skull. swamped.
seeing lots of others, happy and chasing.
but then i look at the present, see the animosity or rebellion or usurpation.
then i wince from the pain.
back to now. you just touched my arm, most forcibly.
guess the colors.
im tryin but i cant recall.
so i'll copywrong all this mess. Copywrong 2006.
sign here and here. over once more.
my deck of cards, missin the queen of hearts.
its in yer clutch.
sure i reference robert.
one influence, oh, two.
and jack.
i will beat my imagination until something of value spills from it.
until then.

the fashionista

sightless senator. crazy brain.
look past the anger.
pool of fractured premesis.
jury talent placeless. kill. kill. mine.
mind insane place value. meander tent nurse base.
oil uranium porch.
we get running purse.
yellow burn plenty orange granite bone.
own urn owner.
learn the basic hereditary growth. organize faith into class sytem blanket scarf.
eleven barn jump identity. hurry your prisoner.
boiled in infancy and corruption.
emotionless rhetoric. campaign for devotion.
marraige abduction kill ornery.
friend deck english pass dark.
present day oligarchy. jettisoned cattle freedom.
chased origin trace.
party face ignorant world.
harrass firm believer.
film done, cut paste sense, learn create eat.
value full of hydrogen.
extra pound faucet menace ingrate passion sense.
fashionista.
agrarian.
regular test tube.

dotted lines

why do we follow the lines?
its like dotted lines, you can go in and out as you please.
I'm touching your arm.
lines glide across our faces like side swiped horse face.
elastic bearing down upon the judgment seat.
a false moon, born from our minds, and taken up to the mountains.
laugh mail bag humbled and sarcastic.
nurtured since the grave.
I mumble something about airplanes or motorboats or screen doors and you yell back to me.
i say dont.
you say its personal. i say its personal.
i give you a number of practical travel sized items.
organized and fraternitied, fallen and hose.
ranging from somwhere on the east end to the nether regions of my mind.
galvanized and de-spirited.
i gaze into your kaleidoscope. fastened to the bow side. given and detatched.
precious gold, silver lining, up and awake.
rise and shine dear child, awake from your mist. sweep the sleep from your pale eyes.
entrenched in the barrel of laughter, engaged in misfortune.
english language is beckoning but you slip towards the meridian.
organized sleep resistance enveloped in dream sequence,

executed and mindless technical jargon.
useless mind game, evaporate the grass stain.
rest your weary head. im positive of your truth turtles.
i rage to your open palms. i want to embrace it.
i want to love all nouns. but sometimes i just can't so maybe give me a little help.
i'll back off for a bit, but i don't really want to so maybe i won't.