I am You are

I am swooning, 

   hot air ballooning over the Potential energy of your Passion
     I am dying, 

       I am sighing, and testifying as you whine
         I am bleeding, 

       pleading that you please me 

      I am slowing this down, 

    mowing around, throwing away The Crown

   I am pulling the table cloth out from under the china

       I am pushing and swooshing, 

          and rushing to feel that Rush
            I am writing to the person responsible for this plight
           I am this fear personified, 

        I am this Flickering Light
         I am no one, 

          and no one is never someone
        I am elsewhere, 

      and elsewhere is not right here
    I am gone, on a trip, 

      to some worn out, torn down place
        I am happy,

          in my static electricity and
         I am warning you about those damned socks
       I am not who you assume I am, 

        I will never be who I was back then
          I am smoking your carbon dioxide and 

            I am enjoying my feather-like bones 

          I am watering your words, 

        so that they will someday grow
         I am expecting to have a garden 

           that will somehow survive the snow

"Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt." (K. Vonnegut)

There's a magnifying glass over everything
that is beautiful,

and everything beautiful 

          reminds me of you---

everything you are,
   everything you do.

desire. [lost and found, from 2006]

Spinning on the dizzy edge
She almost wants to fall
'Cause when you give her what she wants
She still feels one inch tall
She's not sure how long it's been
But her time is growing tired
Her car is fast
On the shortest road
And death is her desire

Neptunication.

Upon meeting an extraterrestrial,
one must toss aside all preconceived
notions and potions regarding
foreign life forms.
Aliens are not slimy,
or scaly or anything unpleasant, you see.
I made love to an extraterrestrial
and it was the best damn
three minutes and twelve seconds of
my dwindling life.
It beat that time at the University
Library, where I slid through rows of
encyclopedias searching for my
collegiate prey, and landed amongst
the all-stars of Pre-Med fornication.
He was a beauteous beast, full of
precision, but alas, a mere Earthling.
I was a man-eater then, ferociously gnawing
away at hearts, mutating them to fit my
muzzle.
But I can now say without any qualms
that I eat Neptunians now. I am a converted
Neptivore.
It was tender in its musings.
malleable to each curve,
adjustable to my valleys, and I lived inside
of it, screaming out to the cosmos
through the tunnels of my pores.
What a night it was,
on the Eight ball.

written in 2006

It's raining in your eyes,

  and I'm in disguise,

    of who you dreamt of last night.