There is a rage
inside
me.

I am the wind
blowingflowingracingbracing
and I soar.

She is the wall
solid
standing
to diminish
me.

Explosionorgasm
as we two
psyches meet.
I burst through
engulf embrace expel
her
determinedresistance.

And I am
free.

The wind
cannot bruise
cannot bleed
cannot feel.

(thanx to the boys and girls of Gaia house)

The what is of sexual destiny.
Sasquatches rhubarb and lactose intolerant dildo box ants.
Frigid senses rip the inside.
Penguins defenestrate my Toejam while
geriatric turtles gyrate my mom.

The floor looks like ice
water
Why is my teacher walking on water?
I don't even know Jesus
but he's here teaching
me history
his face
so red angry
old calm hands
touching hands in loving grasp
The wall is a blue sky
lit by little suns
and a small green exit sign
near the mountain wall
lets me know
the way out.
He spoke of satellites
floating above us circling
the world in a halo blur
of mechanical gray.
But peace is not infinite
as he wants me to
believe.
Four TVs hover above us
watching us watch them
and the reflection of my pinpoint
eyes is fake
contrived.
So many people here
gathered around
professor Jesus
listening intently taking notes
mesmerized by divine chronologies
And his voice
amplified is
fake
unreal
resonating in our ears
incessantly.
Everything here is
placed correctly
purposefully
efficiently to work for us
and against us
but it is all a
materialist tangible
illusion.

I find a beauty in him
that she will never have.
I watch as he turns and walks,
his thick neck resists slightly
enough to define those beautiful
muscles.
His perfect chest hidden beneath
that perfect shirt
but I know the feel of his
skin
under my fingers
exploring the curves and bumps and nipples and hair.
Each step brings forth
a tight sinewy change
in his marble form.
A half-smile breaks the stone visage
and suddenly
the rain falls
silently through
my invisible body.

I write with
a black pen
on
white paper
staring at
a rainbow sweater
and as I sit

the pen has not broke
the paper has not burnt
the sweater has not ripped.

I'm just fine and the
world still turns

I already know you won't believe me, but let me tell you a story about who I am.
Over twelve separatelylinked countries I rule
with my X-ray mind and poison tail
and a shield of arrogance
to protect me.

I know you before you do
and I can be as demuresubservient
as you want me to be
while I stab you through the heart.

You will hurt me
even though you'll never know it,
but a lifetime from now,
the elephant in my head
will see you walking on water
and blow you out of the sea.

Let me show you my world
and the blaze of my passion will consume you.

Flashing images
white face - colored cheek
and i am afraid.

But it was a gift
That little dispenser of evil
and it watches over my door
as only a clown can.

Finally i see the face of hatred
under layers of caked fraudulence.
combined with the fear of a
killing mind
You are dust for my breath to propel
over the heads of the uncaring
ubiquitous masses.
But after all
inside you there is something
good?
good for me?
outside of my skin
there is a fire that will consume you.

Three days
and a rock
and some trees
and I'm in love.

I remember our smiles
as they twistturned
and the metal
obstacle of my tongue
made you giggle.

Three days
and a rock
and some trees
and I'm in love.

You are a
warm starry sky
goatee constellation
moonbeam eyes
and you have engulfed me.

Three days
and a rock
and some trees
and I'm in love.

Flickering images
on anonymous walls
historyfuture
perfect tranquillity
in your arms.

Three days
and a rock
and some trees
and I'm in love.

Children laughing
playing school
lights out
but you were
still there.

Three days
and a rock
and some trees
and I'm in love.

But now we
are here
an ocean of dirt
to part us
and I remember:

Three days
and a rock
and some trees
and I'm in love.

Remember the time
we spent
in the meadow
by the old oak tree?
Playing boy's games
running
jumping
wrestling beneath the tall grass.
And then life
called me in
and I left you
strand of peach among a field of green.

Years flew by and you were lost to me.

I saw you again
today
and you explained
everything.
How after I left
you dug a hole
in the ground
for a home
And there you lived
sadly
beneath the roots
of the sun-soaked pasture.
But you were careless
in your new-found
security
And a tiny spider
floated into
your burrow.
The numbing
poison
of his bite
delayed your fear,
But soon you knew
what he had done
and you burst out of the hole
only to find that darkness had fallen.
And now your
sunken eyes
stare at me
at my life
And you asked me
if you look better in
blue
or gray.