Wednesday, June 19, 2013

S P A C E S

S P A C E S

All I need's a good delusion
She loves me
Across sweet distances
An uproar of activity
synchronized as a simple, all-knowing caress.
Telephone lines cannot contain us
cannot explain away
the substances that make us
who we are
when we loved no one
the very one
whom we signified
by the cold and empty side
of a moment we designed.

Strain

Strain

Remove your robes...Tell me that it's quite all right dear...Let's believe for a second that this is all just nonsense...TOUCH do this simple thing...remember that we are all human...and life is more than just theory in action...Put my head-daughter to sleep...tuck her in but refuse her request for a goodnight story...kiss her atop the head...comfort her before the monsters...My home is everywhere and so my body feels all over the place.

March 9th 2013