Morning and Night.

Primping and lying prone.
Morning and Night.
Joking and crying.
Morning and Night.
Fucking and fucking.
Morning and Night.
Fighting and fighting.
Morning and Night.
Fighting then Fucking,
every night,
Good Night.

Dew drops

In the morning,
when the rain isn't yet ominous,
when the sun isn't yet sure.
Thats when I wake up and breath.
On the days when it's not raining,
or the sun doesn't show.
I try my best not to breath,
too much,,
for fear of being lost.

An Observational Corpse

The elements around me are stone.
All I see is mossy earth.
I see it when I close my eyes,
and when I open them,
I feel it.
I can taste the water
and the salt in the air.
I can feel the stone
around my shoulders,
my eyes,
my heart.
Who knew a dead man could be so...
perceptive.

Life, Love, Earth.

Life is like a big fucking,
whining, glossy, confused,
winged, dark, bothersome,
intensive, vocational, theater play.
The concession stand is over priced.
The seats are too small.
The usher doesn't care where you sit.
And intermission is the only chance
you get to leave before
it's all over.

Love is like a big fucking,
gross, overstuffed, sensitive,
deranged, smiling, impoverished,
red bumpy, sweaty, prickly, down comforter.
The dream of a lonesome dreamer.
The holder of heat.
The hater of being shared.
And within a year or two it takes
on pounds of dust weight,
and disgusting yellow stains.

Earth is like a big fucking,
pourous, ungainly, remorseless,
potent, humorous, dirty,
stranded, elite, impolite joke.
It's way too long,
and I get the feeling
the punchline could really
fuck up
my
sex
life.

I'de Just Die

If I were to discover that I could sell my blood
or my poems
or my thoughts.
Which I guess I could if my blood weren't
tainted with
drugs.
I would do so willingly.
I would jab a fountain pen 6 inches into
my heart and
write a poem,
with my
blood.
I would sell it without a second thought.
And use the profits
to pay for
my funeral.
For I would die.
If I could sell myself for money,
I would just die!

Being Polite

When a young child falls,
you should not laugh.
When an old man falls,
you should not laugh.
When I fall,
you
SHOULD
laugh.
When you fall,
I
SHOULD
help you up.
And I will,
Once I am finished,
laughing.

Me

I'm a lover.
I dream,
I scream.
I am a man in a man's body,
with the face of a child,
who
is
lost.
I ache.
In my knee's,
in my heart,
in my dick.
I have dreams.
But usually I forget them
before
I
go
to sleep.