Did You Get That On Video?

this is the time of the night...
that words and thoughts
that no~one understands,
run screaming and panting
from the heart
that is flaming and melting.
to escape the burn.

~cake~

You

You.
You are so quiet
on this night.

So quiet.
Are You out there?
Are You well?

Do You love me?
Can You tell?

Do I want You to?
Do I want You?
Do I want to?

In the quiet
In the still...

I do want You.

Do You Think I Think You Think I Sleep?

I pressed my fingertips to my lips, tonight,
Your world two hours deeper...

And touched your worried brow.
You thought, I thought you sleep.

Did you feel it?

I sent it on the silent lightning,
That woke me from my own sleep.
My world two hours darker.

I have not felt the touch of you...
Your hands pressing where my thumb
becomes my hand,
in circles,
healing where the pain comes from.

Do you think I think you think I sleep?

And do you?

Your world two hours newer...

Or is it mine?

It was exactly one billion degrees, at ten o'clock at night. The cicadas rattled so loudly, that I thought some huge electric plant must have gone awry, somewhere close by. Their harsh sex cries so loud that it seemed deathly silent. No soothing or cool rain fell from the sky. Instead the moisture straddled the air, like an obese, angry woman, sitting atop her lover, ready to smother him, with a pillow, after finding him with another. As I walked the distance between the front porch and the Mexican corner market, I had to wonder, if Christ had returned, and left us all behind.

You fell into my center.









I was spinning,
it was true,
You were that thing
flung into my gears...

You said I was a tchotchky,
You treated me as though
I was the trophy
of your win.

But it was You who fell,
no, jumped off of the mantle.

You broke us both.

When You fell into my center.

you said,

say that.

say that
one week from now.

find me.

find me.

find my hair.
black on brown.
find my eyes.
brown on jade.
find my soul.
jade on red.
find my skin.
red on white.
find my heart.
white on black.

it's been one week.

in the black,

i say,

find me.

i saw you drive by
my house as i was watching
both of us stalkers

don't worry yourself
i'll play chess and sing with her
while you're gone to sea

the colosseum
you will tear yourself apart
graceless martyrdom

it still fucks me up
when i step on bubble wrap
alone in the dark

imagine yourself
imagine you with nothing
imagine nothing