Florescent lights -- romantic, huh? Is this the time or place To take you, even though we might Fall down this ten flight staircase? We've only met -- amusing, no? If they saw us tonight! (Granted they're likely doing the same Without the florescent light.)  Abolish Staircases Advocate the installation of ramps. Satisfy the screaming knees: Indulge me, stop the pain. Seven short minutes to seal my doom: Seven short minutes to die. Seven short minutes to mail my doom -- Don't even try it in June. (They grow, you know. They grow. Mount Everest on foot in Seven minutes.) Abolish Staircases Advocate the installation of ramps. Satisfy the screaming knees: Indulge me, stop the pain.  Looking at the glass panes of the back door, I can't see out at all. At 2:41 in the morning, All I can see is myself. My posture is awful, and my coffee is cold, And tomorrow I work early. But obstinately I type And like to think you are here. Quite honestly, you're in New York; Odds are slim you're here. In my vivid imagination, You're reading over my shoulder.  A Marriage of Souls and Wardrobes (In the style of Emily Dickenson) (Sort of) The sparkle of his purple shirt Is still in my minds eye. I knew at once when I saw him Together we would fly. The color of the Royalty Concealed his smooth white chest -- Refreshing was the Purple that would Put my Soul to rest. More about the shirt: It was The color of my mind. The natural combed cotton On a torso fairly lined. As he grew near, anticipation Rang out; I could feel His breath as he appraised me: "I like your shirt -- it's teal!"  Torrential Downpourings Now and then (particularly now) I understand that I shouldn't be here. Rain is different in New York; I'm sure of that right now. A small Texas town of little consequence; A girl of sixteen is out of her element. And speaking of elements, they aren't being kind. She can't even sit outside. On days like these, I am far away, Far, far away from where I should be. My backyard is not exactly Central Park, And I'd get sick if were I out there. "Plantlife is not for me," she muttered. "I wasn't allergic in New York And the rain up there was different -- I wanted to stay inside."
 Fun! with Whitewashing of the Mind Everybody wants freedom, and Freedom wants a leader, so Allow me to volunteer myself. Deep inside you need direction, Come and visit me tonight; I think you seem pretty cool. Step into my house, take off Your shoes and socks, have a cup Of coffee; have a seat right there. The love seat is your throne tonight, I worship you with all my heart; I think you seem pretty cool. You may be suspicious, but You respect my wishes, so Chew your knees; Pronounce the Silent K. Everybody knows a girl like me And soon you might know two or three Or more, when the world's my clone. So tell me 'bout your parents, and Tell me 'bout your boyfriend, 'cause I think he seems pretty cool. And if you don't want to talk About it, that's okay with me -- Trust me when I say I understand. You may be suspicious, but You respect my wishes to Convince you to pronounce the Silent K. If you think that brainwashing is Not an art, then all the better. Step inside -- You seem pretty cool. I'll ask you lots of questions to which I know all the answers. I'll Even lend you some of my CD's. You are just like me when I was Young like you; Trust me -- When I was your age, I was pretty cool. You may be suspicious, but You respect my wishes, so Chew your knees; Pronounce the Silent K. Everybody knows a girl like me And soon you might know two or three Or more, when the world's my clone.  You should know I love you When I forgive you for falling asleep at the wheel When you were taking me home On your way to your piano lesson Which you were attending Even though you hadn't slept in three days Because of you Biology paper On the Human Genome Project. If I didn't love you, I wouldn't have given My last NO-DOZ to you when I really needed it (Because I hadn't slept in four days) To make it through another sleepless night.  Finally free from influence, I repress the urge to summon It back And I reclude into a Happy Hole. Reclusion; I am no longer a shell of Resistance, repression -- Opression. They have left me, but they have not Abandoned me. They have merely set me free, And I like it. An irridescent film of residual cheer Reflects and refracts emotion about my Dwelling, And sweet strains of a melody Play upon my ears And I like it. Isolated, but not Alienated, I am Happy. I never have to leave.  Oh, well by Christy and Susan I never expected to see you in Pittsburgh, I never expected to see you in Hell. I never expected to see you in English Because I know how you really can't spell. I wish I hadn't told you my secret; I know you're going to tell. I wish I hadn't sold you the rights That you convinced me to sell. Six minutes left until we are late; Six minutes until the bell. (We would have been on time to class If Susan hadn't tripped and fallen.)  Palindromatic reflections on lamps and elves Observe me regarding mankind. See you knowing all. Was I ever there? I was thinking of Birth, the Dawn of Time, the "Is it always me?" solace. Can you think you do not know evils? Able not are surely those Unaware. Unaware? Those surely are not. Able evils know not. Do you think you can solace me always? It is the time of dawn, The birth of thinking. Was I there ever? I was all-knowing. You see mankind regarding me. Observe.  Animated Eros, exhilarating pillar of perfection -- Your virtu strikes a chord of anticipation that Leaves me wanting to touch your hair, paint your toenails blue, And explore the Dog living under your hat. I think that your eyes are grey unless you're wearing green or blue, Behind them I see Apollo Cry. But even though you're twice my age and eternally Nineteen I love you for what's just above your tie. Because you are my other self, and you drank my Perrier, and Finished my other grapefruit half. You just play your trumpet for me, smile and speak with those grey eyes Like mine, and always make me laugh.  A messy bedroom, two attractive men, A girl and her dilemma: "What to do?" One is hot for her, the other not -- She finds the question isn't "what," but "Who?"  (Forty weeks and seven hours The days are stumbling by And I stumble too to catch them.) In the days of idle coyness, You let me waste your time. Now flirtation is a struggle. And however far life takes you, I'll race you all the way. You've inspired me to match you. (I'll be waiting at the finish To meet you at the end. You won't even see me panting.)  Falling Asleep On Beth's Futon While Bryan Quotes His Favorite Movie A calm voice lulls me to sleep, and it is yours. A dialogue of its own that cannot be touched. Pricles of flesh stand tall on my arms, but I do not feel the draft in the air. Instead, a bolt of white heat Surges through my arm. I am paralyzed; I cringe not. Sleep steals my mind, piece by piece. We are still here, but I can feel the Starry Warmth of the speakers in your Dialogue, With your warm shoulder under my chin, And my arm is already asleep.  I Interfaced With Death I was exploring the Menendez case On the Weekly News Online When I chose to try to interface With someone who knew the crime. "Who knows more about this deed?" (The question posed was mine.) The reply: "I specialize directly." -- Death was on the line! "Have you come to take my soul? Am I doomed to the inferno?" I held my breath and double-clicked. The waiting was eternal! "I didn't mean to scare you," Death coaxed. "Fear your fate no more. I was simply misdirected -- I wanted Sunday's football scores!"  Very Sad I could cry because you left me, But actually you moved, And I know you couldn't help it. I guess actually you could have -- Your brother stayed behind. But you really love your family. And I taught myself to juggle, And other things you do, Such as visiting Espresso bars. (I can't even call your number To hang up when it rings Because that would be long distance.)
 I always knew I'd grow to hate you, and I was always sure you felt the same, and I just slept with your best friend, and She was even better than you said. I always felt that you're below me, but I always put up with that despite, but Now I'm as sure as I ever will be, and You can't ever change my mind. You know, I never thought you were that pretty, and I always lied about your looks, and Everytime you said you thought you looked fat, well Secretly, I agreed with you. You see, you're not nearly anything I ever wanted, but Girls like you are all alike. If I ever tried to think I liked you, well It's more of a crime to just lie to yourself.  First I lost my luggage -- and then Minutes later I lost my future Up north. I also lost my hopes of leaving town -- and now I'm out of money to do it With you. And what a twist of fate -- the idea It was mine at first, but now I've sold The rights. And on a bus somewhere, holding the Green suitcase, I've managed to be losing You, too.  I said I was wrong Didn't mean it at all -- More like I was wronged.. I'm on your good side -- Give me a call -- Tell me you were wrong. I'd drive right over, but the ditch is full of rain.. The road is too damn narrow! Toll the hour, tell the world I'll write my congressman And tell him you were wrong. My picture on the wall Doesn't reflect my mood; I'd driven off the road that day. Make your bed, put on a shirt, Take the underwear off your head, Why am I even here?  You can let me into the door of your life But I'll still have to peek in the windows of the past. Driving down a desolate two lane road at night, if I break down, will anyone find me? Should I try to push my way in, or remain a mystery, or let nature take its course? Can I still find love while I'm digging through the pain? Maybe the truth lies in my heart You never fool yourself, and I knew all along; Some ideas are good only at the start, Sometimes reality can be harsh. No one lets go, and no one forgets a fondness -- if I touch you, will you remember? Do you fondle the past with more love than me? Do I stand a chance?  I'd understand if you looked pissed --I'd get out of your hair. I'd understand if you were smiling; That would mean you really care. But what does it mean when you step on my heel? Is that the way you flirt? Or was it out of malice? because it didn't really hurt.. I wish I understood you -- you're a mystery to me... Red roses stand for love I know as well as you.. And a yellow bouquet Symbolizes truth. But you gave me an eggroll!! Do you mean to kid?? Just don't leave one in my mailbox; I'd be insulted if you did! I'd like to understand you ~ you're intentions aren't so clear..  her feet are bigger but she left her shoes here and i can't help but wear them and she's in new york far away from me and her shoes so nothing is going to stop me  I can read the writing on the wall Squinting through the light blue glass The words will catch my eye Lettering the light blue bricks The press here never lies And you're not squinting through the light ~ blue ~ glass The words aren't catching your eye Lettering the light blue bricks The verse spells out goodbye. And facing outward past the scape And looking down the hall Your eyes will spot the long blond hair And mine -- the writing on the wall. My paralyzed hand will touch my blue lenses And my mind will finger the past My paralyzed soul will realize I've seen the world through blue colored glass. But you're not squinting through the light ~ blue ~ glass The words aren't catching your eye Your gaze has now fallen on the light ~ blue ~ eyes And mine upon the writing on the wall.  I wear your skirt to sleep tonight And have wandered through my house All evening, wishing I had you (without your skirt, which I could lose) hanging on my hips. It hangs off of my hips, when it should Be hugging your ivory belly Clinging to your waist And falling down your velvet legs Kissing on your ankles. There's a pair of yellow panties with Your name on them, and they Are sleeping in my drawer And I almost wore them to school today To feel closer to you. To feel closer, although you are so Far away from us today. Can you really not feel the miles That stretch between you and your panties And me, in your skirt?
 It's just like the story when the girl is in her apartment Talking to her boyfriend on the phone He won't listen, and she tells him the same things Over and Over Because he's hurting her, the asshole He can't hear her crying? Everyone wants to get laid They don't care if she doesn't shower Because that isn't the important part. Might I break my schedule? To go to your friend's house and Watch her try to tap dance On a picnic table? I don't want to be the responsible one And I want you to notice. Some of them are pissed off, and the Others won't see them there And all the while anyone can fall in love with anyone. My days are frames runaway i can only hope to snatch random pieces Of it, listening to my mind Roll down the tracks. One of these days, I'll learn to be an honest person The one I want to be Everyone sneaks aruond They're doing it right now And their lovers have the short end of the deal. I'll listen to conversations with the freedom to Enjoy it. And everyone will understand the truth. Universal perception We all want something else And the cloud of smoke obscures your lonely soul. I went outside with your best friend And we smoked a joint behind your back We talked about you; occasionally we laughed. It was such a Moment, I felt like it was summer The dress I wore was flowered and poetic. Not pathetic, that's not what I said Sinatra's golden voice obscures the truth. I didn't say I wanted it One girl is enough And all this time I never saw her eyes. Love is so objective that You could be my valentine I'd enjoy if all the same, if I desire. The headphones in my ear Speak lying words of love And the truth is in the rafters there. Round and silver her hair falls like diamonds Her curvy hips enchant me, The day was clear and blue I couldn't see the lines But I knew that they'd been crossed And her dress kissed my ankles so smooth. Her face told me she craved the curves And the flesh I had to offer I heard the thunder when she was noticed by God He was not more than annoyed, assuredly. But enough of that, her presence was gentle And the news told us long before in spite. Her games were sweet and we knew them before Her string of pearls kissed her breasts And what she called an upsweep only looked fancy to me And what she said hurt her feet just made me hot. The alcohol did it too, and she was fanning her face with the coaster cool and damp. Now and then, she'd catch up to herself And briefly attempt to make a comparison And the band played on in her head She wondered how she got there, with a glance back And wondered, was this the her she knew? All day. And all my friends at home saw into my grief They jumped and picked and griped. I couldn't hide my past, and my soul was written There on my face, to their dismay I think they learned to understand And they never picked after that day. Some evenings, late in the kitchen, She thumbed that old hawthorne novel And marveled at the natural young girl Who was so much like her charming piano man. She fingered her string of pearls, and remembers what they understand. Everyone's the mystery And hunger probes the back of their throats They give away themselves, wonder where they're left and phones the bus stations and laundromats. Only one wish for each coin, The red sock falls and falls. She unlaces the corset she wears for effect And wonders why she cares Late in her room the moon is too much She swallows her pills and takes a drink Stretched out on her bed She is where she wants to be.  The sun overhead in the first part of spring Which was high so very high this afternoon Turned me into a tipsy dreaming fool And now I stare at the high high moon The high high moon it lights up the trees That are too puny and really are a joke And it looks massive compared to this city It's ugly and puny and dirty and old And I haven't been around for that long But the high high moon and I go way way way back When she was the only one who could help me And we drank some water and pulled up some trees until the sun came back And now the sparks are underground Where any fool and sit on them and stare at the sky Like some kind of tipsing dreamy fool Who watches the shapes and never even asks why.  Pie-eyed
Wavy-hair Slippery-eel That's the way you make me feel. Somewhat-sliced Imagined-rats, Seagulls, Ocean, T-shirts, Hats. How Now Lao's Tao It's the me and you show now. The say the madman's on the street But are you mad if you're not complete? Dolphins, Toothpaste, Cosmos, Stained Glass, Slightly-spun Across-socket-present-past. Sprinkling-skied Reality-influenced-Juice It's you and me who are on the loose. Anchors, Headers, Targets, Frames These are things that fill the brain. Presumably-anchored, Maybe-sniped, And candles are the only light. If you were here you'd give me a buzz Almost-there, Psyche-slapped Anomoly-eaten Always-was.  Disjointed Psyche swings the hinges Do you know yourself? Do I know your gaps? Are you just a quaint but dripping watercolor in my eyes? Psychic superbowl, hinges You say you know yourself Some change slips through the cracks But you are just a quaint but dripping watercolor in my eyes Yin or yang, my eyes, my eyes Follow me into the spiral Disjointed you say, fire to your lips You look pretty jointed to me. Door swings on the hinges Do you know yourself? Sometimes you think you know But sometimes you're just not the you you once thought you were.... An umbrella that collapses You just like the shade And I can't see your eyes Your carnival ride of psychic joy is like an elbow or knee Pliers, wrench, or handcuff Was this the him he knew? He saw him through her eyes Your carnival ride of ecstatic angst is like a nose to me. In my eyes, your melting face is all I can see In your eyes, you're not the you you were once thought to be....  Your big nose in my face again Never thought I'd miss your chin Holes burned in your canvas shoes Your stories funnier than my blues More than one middle path And they've intersected at last Never thought it could be so I never thought I'd miss your nose Burn holes in me with your canvas shoes Kick me with your eyes Your fingers intoxicate me too But please don't make me realize Nothing's the same but your face Out of place in my place Lovely visit Buddha man I feel you now, I know your plan I feel your face, I feel your nose I hear your dreams, that's how it goes Listen to whispers in the stars See your long lost dog in a bar. Don't think I want you, i'd rather die Maybe I do and that was a lie You get me weak, I get you high Your fucking mouth makes me want to cry. (..to be continued?)  I think you're almost holy. I think I'm underwater. Together we make wine One foot in heaven and one in hell. I make you lose your cool. You still make me want to cry (It's your fucking smile, remember?) You make me want to dance. Your bony face is stuck in my mind And I'm out of words to describe you, Like an empty change purse turned inside out Shaking my head and my hips. Poem for Don My man He's such a geek. There he is, with his cron, grep, awk, perl, and fully journaling meta-data support, recompiling his kernel.  Like a starling perching on a crane, The world is my domain. The people look like ants But they all have your name.  I exist! I just figured out that I exist! I'm not just a bad dream I'm not just a myth. I just figured out that I'm late for work! I finished my crossword I just had a smoke Confessed to my goldfish That my job is a joke. I just figured out That they're after me! It's not just a bad dream It's not just TV. Does this mean I'm mad without hope? I should cancel my insurance and stay home from work? I think not. Therefore, I aren't. Back to the fresh stuff..