It always rains on a monday...

She lowers her head and cries.
She has a half-eaten bowl of cereal
Just under her bed, and she's crying.

She left
The light on in her bathroom and
A slit leg of pantyhose over her
Bathroom sink, and she's crying.

As I watch a bug crawl across the floor.
I step on it.
Before returning
To hug her,
To hear her crying.

Go team!

What was two

Is now a family

Sitting in a room

Ignoring vanity

Splashing words all over

Our goals

Walking everywhere

Ready to roll.

Raiding the Cabinets

Tucked deep intside laughter

Chloe and Ohan drinking

the Here After.

Payton is screaming

To wear a bunny

While Luke and Helena

Laugh at nothing

Funny.

There's always hope

In the darkness, there's bane

In the light, there's our jokes and our revelry

And you might hear a faint voice, screaming in sight

The pact

I stretch across a trunk

He lays adjacent

To fence. She lays against our windows

Our tank says "eeee!"

After using our boney fingers

To scratch the surface,

Of our bank accounts. After stincking

Our boney fingers down our throats

To force ourselves to gag vomit the

Twelve stincking dollars. We masturbated too

At Aunt Annies Pretzel Place. We ran around

The city. Spirits.

"Ok! Here's the plan...

We meet up in Cali and get an apartment"

Now, we just had

To figure out how to travel over athousand miles

On a quarter tank to

Get to California with your future screaming "Eeee!"

Thata boy

True Poets aren't seen

Ass-Sensitive Heart Throbs

Longed for by intellectuals

True Poets aren't esteemed

or established "Rich"

or famous (do I spell that with an e?)

Crowded around,

Spoken,

All about like the gods.

No?

They sit next to broken tables

Ratty starving artist cafe/cliches

On the corner of... Vermont and Federick!

Writing with a cigarette in hand.

Wondering...

If what they write will recieve fame

After, they die.

Sour Milk

The silence increases by an aging tongue making less fuss.

Again, we do this sew. The urgent pressings of

rebirth will diminish. unweaving

our webAgain and Again, sew this gap largely untouched.

Time is ageless within

Its symmetry shifts the true secretes too

make the flowers smile

Beauty breaks down the mouth venom

is distilled in the mind, and labeled

so as something important to put a way

Alien materials form around the contour

of our actions and crawl through a nervous

system to push out your black third eye

I'm alone!

enlightened by this knowledge

Of symmetry's superior gaze in time and space

once Again whole

Wholly cacooned. Your truth is being

Impregnable to bullets of ego- that lying immortality

Pele

Fire pixie from hugging earth.

Quickly passing the swoosh of winds'

Retreating, sweeping up a ghost heart

Trying to find the moon again.

Though broken

Holding soul. no

Body made of fire.

Raw. Pure. Untainted. Simply

What the moon needs

To make it brighter

At night,

When inspiration cums

Her light of fire speaks.

When it rains or water's

rise. Rise, rise,

Stinging fire becomes a sheath

hug and kiss your mustered joy

Chip, chip, chip away! Whispering

Winds that often whisper

Thoughts or feelings for a day

Flaming bright,

The light of heart is not enough,

When winds come rough. Eating fire til

Barely seen or jealous to a green

Quickly leaving No

Longer Fire Pixie's Stinging earth or

Passion whispy.

While others laugh

And nature sleeps in

Mystery's