......Ask them why they thought her so-unstrung

so az not to be able to handle her grieve?

&Viola!!!

U have

Eccentric modems

Witty words

Computer magistry

At your fingertips

You have genius

You have a resemblance for facets

A field for facts

Sparkling stones

A fax

A phone call

to God

Woman/child

u are a

gartered & thonged

seven year old smile

smiling back into the camera

wizdomed

beyond your years

When  you ever a child?

My heart goes out to her

...should she ever learn

the truth

the look in her eyes

at that moment

would be..........

Televisionworthy

The straight jackets of time

Descend upon me

You cannot

You cannot

Do this and that

& The music becomes a little tamer

A little less loud

The language becomes a little less lurid

A little more economical

& The baby bird falls from it’s nest

And becomes crushed under the weight

Of not being able to fly

If given the chance

would you push her off that thin ledge

between real & the not?

If my scent drips over the fence

& Falls into your bed

Will you come?

j

I am drawn into your centuries

Into your liar

Into your lionz eyes

You think I am your little pot washer

Your sex pot

You think I am your maid

You think wrong

I will climb for az long az I can

I will climb az high az any won can go

I will climb from my heart

I will climb from my mind

& then let go

I  feel my esteems

Like an unnamed flavor

I  feel  an over  and around 

savoring of the senses

I feel the revolutions of my teeth Folding

red  reason  into buttered thyme

& Chaos into leaves of clarity

Can their be a legitimate falling

 a slur of sound

A lapse of reason

Without  withdrawal

Without  running away

My bamb

My baby lamb

What was life like before us...

Elite wanderer of words

Sweet breath of poets

Pleeze sing for me sonnets

Not of another age

but ov now

I am so intuned

To the microphones of implies sound

I feel I am so suddenly here 

On the verge 

of magnificence

I know that little know

Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Sniffing the air

Searching for a stop……

Having that somethings wrong feeling

That kind of real paranoia

You try to dismiss

Az silly……

Don't

...The hook to my throat

let's me know

there is no love lost

If only

 I could be standing

a notepad away from an inspiration

/swim in that deep dark place

that respires one to breath heavier

/Where ever succession folds you

into deeper whorls /into the words/ of mystery

Computer condensation/Ball bearings/Falls into command/With rip tares/Bruised vocabularies/Trying to get out faster formulas/Of why it all goes in trickle file/Toward the sea/Off yellow page Gibran’s/& the wisdom masters disappear/With a gust completely deleting /Themselves into thin air/Crunching into asphalt ashes /& coke dust perversions/of what it is to be alive/

Keep your lauphodils about you lass

Keep yourself wrought iron strong

for the moor important stroll through the wood

Make your foundations without holes

yr’ footings without sound

yr’ face a fortress

Imagine

your mares rearing

you awake

your haunches flanked

with rough hands

How noble am I I to keep 

My sins to myself.

I talk of stone throwers as I am casting stone