That blade which takes
I took that made
what cuts I did
so did I bleed
and took my road
that dust and blood
the path my blade
had cut for me

:: 03-31- 2014 ::

YOU like anyone so fascinating
by unknowns like me, like any
lovely heart — woman, I’m a fashion
like Nations that die. A fascination
uninvited: my simple craving
dies each moment and crumbles life.

Detection through you, instrument
of my mind, my stoic dancing
burning inside you. And you, your not
alone but expected. You dream like mind,
a released creativity across
my uncharted territory, so intriguing.

And strangely I’m so excited
but i know I’m within
that circle of your uninvited life
an unexpected life.

:: 11-03-2014 ::

if you believe in me
I should believe
in gods and fairy-tales
I believe a top
is a tall space inside
my vacant love
my apartment cries
all four walls and seeing
you heart is believing
the less I feel inside
I love the smile of
a hungry red panda
and isn’t sweet
love sharp teeth tearing
the tender insides
of all painful fears
And all the spinning
tops so tall a space
inside my vacant life

:: 11-03-2014 ::

and I die(d) “thanking my word: so long ago”
“would you; yes you would”
“and, everything, everything…”
“if you try to breath…”
“I choke upon the flesh of my dying skin…”
“you used to be a little boy”
“…and everything, tries — and I choke believing,”
“do you?”
“and every feather, petal, leaf, and heart,

speaks (cry) loving (hugs)

M E

THERE, the snapping
mouths of mortals
demanding meaning.
I only replied
in mystical words:
I am the new
poet of this age
more satisfied
than Rene Daumal!

:: 10-31-2014 ::

I apologized as you tripped
into the summer’s flowerBed
to retrieve you from buttercups
I pressed your gown down
from above it reached the up!
And the laughter shared by us!
Me, just a poet and you the words.
I assumed cotton paper that day
along with jewellery quarter’s
best dip-pen ink could help me say
“This day is/will always be my best’,

:: 10-23-2014 ::