Tearduct Apocalypse

My tear-
A world.
Cascading
To the ground
Demolished dream, life, lives
A universe spurts from my eyes.

Don't you ever leave.

Blue Eyes

I am really anyone? I am so many people to so many people and so much of one thing to another. I am lies and truth as they mingle together, dancing the polka. I am the snow that falls over little children's ice cream, the tongue that licks it up. I am myself and someone else, someone better. In your eyes, am I beautiful? Does that even matter? What is beauty but a distraction from intellegence, a counter to thought? Maybe it is the only important thing. Sight as master and contemplation its slave. My eyes are blue and at least that is one infallible thing about me.

The Best Poem Ever

Apparently
Profanity
Makes you a
Great (Fucking) Poet

CUNT
ASS
FUCK
SHIT
DICK
COCK
CLIT
BITCH
HELL
PISS
FAGGOT
PUSSY
TWAT
FUCK (Once more with feeling)

Take that Shakespeare

Coming of Age

Slingshot
Becomes
Cannon

Judith's Hair

She cut her hair
and life fell to the ground
Swept up by Monica,
I think her name is.

She died it brown
then let it linger
Reminding her of
Nature's quarters.

She grew it long
and savoured the wind
Tiny threads of motion
and, maybe, dirt.

She tied it up
sick of her wet neck
Perspiration tantamount
to breath and/or life.

My(self)

If
I lack anything
It is humility
Yet
I have to desire to be humble
The hand that
Keeps me at arms length
From
Narcissism

The Effort of Contact

Remind me to touch you tenderly
To love
Trust and honor and glory
Banes to my pleasure
If I stroke you,
Will you purr?
Feeling is the least valuable sense
I'd rather be blind than whole

Introspection/Reflection

Catching fire,
They torch holes through my sanity
The idleness of silence
As thought permiates the air

Truth as a Snowflake

I am the snow on the mountain
Unable to fall
Bleach of honesty
How pale you make me

Clinging to desperation
A parody in white
Bleach of honesty
How pale you make me

Sleep

Rarely do I close my eyes
For fear of waking to the
Blindness that is eternity

Temptation

Temptation waits in silence
It builds in tension,
Lies in pause
It is the devil that smokes a cigarette
The open faced palm

Temptation is a woman,
Dressed in gold,
Mouth wide with laughter
It is disease to the lonely,
Famine to those of broken heart

Age

And if the light from these eyes is extinguished?
What then?

Rene Clair

To be the shadow of a man
And to be a man
Conflicts of self and certainty
Wage war within