Monologue

I am the most jealous man alive.

I love your mouth.
That pearl upon pearl, pink forest of fog
Dreamland of lollipops and other sugar candies
How I envy your tongue for unrestricted access to your teeth
How I envy your teeth for the freedom to touch your lips
How I envy your lips for the touch of breath they receive

Watching you eat is torture for me
Every crumb a stolen moment
The motion of your tongue from side to side

I refuse to even think about chewing gum
I'll go in to a jealous rage.

I would glue your mouth to mine if it wouldn't kill you.
I've thought about that while masturbating
Not glue, but the permanence of your mouth on mine.

I am the most jealous man alive.

(To be continued...)

Birth and Being Born

Lead me not into gyration
Dancing wildly at the altar
I pray for my soul in masturbation
The setting sun is a setting star

The taste of my self is sacred
Like the moons numbered phases
Bathe me in oil and baptise me naked
Sending Jesus penetrating praises

Running Clouds

What is dependancy?

I think about you constantly.

The air is dry and I'm walking home, drunk, alone.
Reaching for the meaning in the clouds
-They run on duck feet

My crotch is wet from wanting you.

"She just smiled at me."

And I'm walking home with only half a shoe left.

The Line

My sister would be a great spoken word poet
She flutters like a butterfly
From one flower of thought to the next
Sucking the juice like a hummingbird

She paces and raises her voice
Makes connections between Einstein and my mother
Finds them somewhere between the grey cells
Leaves the shower running

Is it right to fear the obvious?
I am frightened by her jumping frog brain
Lilypad to lilypad and her voice gets louder
Silence, then a laugh.

Nobody Even Likes Poetry

I'm tucking my balls in and signing up for the open mic on April 16th at the Oolong Tea House in Kensington.

I Have to Stop Biting Wolves

Mouthfuls of fur
Generally unpleasant
Picking hairs out
From between teeth
Reminds me of you

All that remains is some shattered idea of beauty
A temporary moustache, some dried up tears, the gag reflex

And the knowledge that biting a wolf, while erotic
Will just leave you with dried mouth frustration

Frustration is an Empty Fridge

Anger is a cold trickle
Down the spine
It hurts like tiny needles
The act of wanting

If only honesty wasn't so bold


I want you to kiss me

Summer Prelude

Watermelon seeds tiny canoes
In the stream of juice connecting
My mouth to my white T-shirt

I love you like the straw grass loves rain
I love you like the pink inside the rind