i cannot tell.

i suppose to those
in muddy robes
its all too understood
how everything goes

and so somewhere in a burrough
a theater girl works,
fastidious fingers
and elegant notions

and i place my potion
in a miniature tea cup
placed upon miniscule
ceramic doll house tables

everything around is
very small and vicarious
i am brash and gregarious
and she might not be grown up enough
to understand this

but as it were
i have no time
to fall in line
and appeal to
unfamiliar standards

i can only imagine
that i have impassioned
something so rare
into her hemisphere

im tossing rocks
at her beautiful frocks
i am for real
and she cannot reveal
whats under the sheet

she is incomplete

but so am i

A Velvet smoothe frozen purple nightmare.

i am giggling
spools of ribbon cake
into and out of
a swimly stream

and i am in a dream

i am OVERBLOWN

i have always known
how it feels
to pretend to be real

to intend that yr stuck
insist with a gist
a room with a view
a lightsaber, blue
in my puddles of goo
i sit and i stew
my shackles of grime
scattering time

and am i better off
to not have known
anything other?

i want to make waves
i want to displace
any slight chance
that i might have had

and i may decide
not to care

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I am a tender veal
soft and curly
eating oats
out of toy boats
purring loudly,
growing hard
fed on milk
from the sink

And in the fall
or mabye spring
I’m set upon
A loverly plate
but as you eat
you cannot think
amidst a dream
and dreaming.

beast-bear-boat

She knows that I like her
I’m telling her, always
and letting her know
thru subtle clues

And she’s on the case.
Her magnifying glass
is attached
to a string
on her sleeve.

She is a corduroy beauty
a petite swiss miss
marshmello steams
from chalky concoctions

And I can’t place where it was or
that I have ever been
to such a nice world
as the one she lives within.

A different place, to say the least
And I am a beast
And I am a bear
And I am a boat
I’m tugged, I float

I pierce and sear!

but have no fear,
I’m not going anywhere.

C’mon, he was in THREE AMIGOS!!

I could never have envisioned
My soft snowy slopes
to be so effected
they begin to melt
Deep into the waters
and frozen veins
of some other place
That I have never been

I am watching a TV biography
of Steve Martin
the bones are frozen
in a stasis cage
PERIMETERIZING
my entire skull

WINC- Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, Violet.

i drink rockstars and monsters
for breakfast
at 2am
and sit and listen
to the sounds of grown men
giggling, with their
flat fingers placed in front
of their chortling lips,
at least in my mental envisionment.

and when 8am rolls around
i change postions.
i switch on tv’s as i switch rooms
and see black and white pictures
of men on rock cliffs
over oceans. women with
binoculars.

yet i cant help but think
that these sights and sounds
are somehow worth
the worthyness of my life.

i play with children,
i laugh and sing.
i pet the faces of small creatures.
i found out the color of my aura…

it’s indigo.

hklrg

yr last call is my early dessert
and im treating the reigns like a little baby
being silly
not thinking too harshly
but only to breathe
and know the absolute
power within this thinly veiled
costume i put on
and you tell me that im playing a role
by acting the fool?
i suppose.

but only to live, in bleak spots
muddy holes, strange atmospheres
isnt worth the satisfaction i get
from observing others
and knowing myself thru foreign eyes.

i always follow suit,
but apart all the while.
rapidly splurping and spewing.