typing
not paying
attention to
what it was
i was saying
sounds normal
or it is
this process that
is more selective
ask it as a question

no, it was
more of a directive
come here i said
empty the contents
of your head
less destructive
clutter my
coffee table
be sure
not to
forget you are able
to break the
boundry
bring me to
my knee
down
like a light rain
sent to appease
fascinated
with this
consumption
of words
enthralled with
the inabilty to say
no
to no resistance
fullfill the urge

if it makes
any difference
its the only thing
i ever
found within
myself
regreting
if only
i hadn’t spent
my time bending
there would
of been
the happier ending
who’s to say
what was said
simply
revert back to
normalcy
continue with
the better
policies

its not perfect
its home
with sky rises
shitty bars
connected by
telephone lines
and shitty attiudes
from the stupid
little flags hanging
from the
rear views
but
i’m not leaving
not going
anywhere
its not perfect
but i like it
cause
there are those
that make it what it is
its home

i’ll
forget
the reason
they say
fuck it
anyway
can’t keep
the teeth grinding
all day
not today
not in
the mood
and
she
likes my smile anyway
dont want to watch it
chip away
as the day
turns bright
bright to dull gray
just want
to change the standard
break the
no escape
arguement that
turns to a
prejudged fate
some reason
to which
i never relate
reasonably
kept from
thinking
irrationally
not possible is it
not possible
anymore
if you dont want it
is there anyway

left without breath
an empty chest
blood surge
to my head
dizzy in
my dizziest
hands soon
become the
bussiest
following curves
to her breast
mouth enclosed
at the base of her neck
finger pressed
shhhh…across her lips
moving down
her dress slips
brushed away
past her hips
keeping balance
my weight shifts
hmmmm…
shiver and twitch
move behind
hands on wrist
arms restrained
clutched in fist
within reach
one for each
thigh breached
idle hand
moved past
moist gasp
sigh
sweet and wet
dare i say
as
deep i bet
hands tight
on thighs
face to face
the plunge and rise
fluttering lids
rolled back eyes
left
out of breath
cheek rests
on my chest
fingers roll
across her breast
better to be like this
than remain dressed

i bumped
into
you
close to
here
or near
where
accidents
happen
happily
my drunken
stumble
loosened
my mind
in a
mid day
high
mid afternoon
fog
polluting
my gutters
lined with
criscrossed
mis-matched
mouth stutters
goose bumps
shivers
and shudders
eyes roll
fingers
quiver
come here
but
watch my hands
they move
fast

whats this
sun filtering through to
my
too
slow too
make
things up
just to catch you
smile
sticky fingers
aint been stealin
nothing but ideas
for miles
what about you?

grains of dirt
in a
glass bulb
turned
right side over
this is
a steady pour
undisturbed for
keeping track of
all there is
never enough of
time
the elusive father
wrinkle in
the timelines offer

of per-fec-tion

trapped in my
only for a second
or for
many a millenium
like a straight line
from here
to obvlivion
hard to fathom
the steady rhythm
seconds to minutes
keeping track
of all there is
never enough of
time

i wasn’t thinking
just driving
not thinking
recalling
a road winding
or something
about
the engines humming
that was mesmorizing
hypnotizing
i’m not sure
how it ended
maybe
in your parking lot
maybe i was
cloudy
eyes bloodshot
wasn’t until i got
out of my car
that I stopped
and

the sigh
of all sighs

escaped

eyes darted
and
traced…

at night
its called
sleepwalking
but what is it called
when your still
conscious
maybe i drifted
at the wheel
day dream
driving
saved by
your
devine arrow
guiding

me in

back again
stealing

breath

i fancy it
that way
stealing that is
to me
its not the same
as if it
was given to me
from my
simplest
time
less
the rampant mind
hands
bound with
twine
dust that settles
in the corner of
my pocket
finding
a hole
on its route
small enough to
let the blood drain out
dizzier than all
holy fuck
consumed
with all
and all my bad luck
bleeds into the picture
slowly
distorting
i can barely
distinguish
the figures
and i
dont seem to
mind