Mint Biome

peppermint on tongue,

I suck the sugar from the air

through the cracks

between my teeth.

blizzard in my throat,

frost bitten

apple of

Adam.

external Rain forest,

internal Tundra.

Today's Lunch Menu

Vegetable sushi

Served with your choice of Indecision soup, or Pad Thai Ambience

House beverage:

Distraction Sake,

on the rocks.

Psyche Rack

Lamb on a rack,
  melting, smelt of
    plastic in the sun,
      expanding North,
propelling South.
  the West reels in my limbs,
     the East--a wreckage of
        my skull.
Me, the lamb, living
  by means of escape,
     screeching at a wall,
        expecting a listener.

Zapped. [condensed]

dancing with my lobotomist,
and running through lightning storms
strewn
in aluminum foil.

i would feel
as our hands
first touch

love ulcer.

my belly---a throbbing orgy of dragonflies, mid-multiplicity.

variations on a theme.

I remember your lips: a sliver of pink angelfish making love.

Dreamsiren.

you walk around
as you scatter your petals
of pressed hydrangeas
from your father's bible

in polyester paradise
your hips swing like the bell
at Notre Dame de Paris
and pardon me if I notice
more than what meets the nerves
'cause I came to observe you
not to touch what I don't deserve

it wasn't real, nor was it wrong
but I saw it in my head
under the looming moon
and I felt I was a pistol
firing out of my bedroom

zapped.

I'm reminded why I was slingshot
through the waterpark of my
mother's reproductive system.
Through each and every tube and tunnel,
wet and wild with fluid and feeling my mothership
doing the lambada with all of her
confusion. And so I knew genetically
I was wired to master flamenco dancing
with my lobotomist, and running through
lightening storms wrapped in aluminum
foil.
Yet any bolt that could pass through
my bones would never amount
to the electricity I would feel
as our hands would first touch.

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.