Case Nut

There's nothing wrong with talking uncensored 

Nothing wrong with being censored

Absolutely fine to keep an open closet;

Inviting in strangers and changing their wallets.

If there is a right time to be superbly poised

Then there's also a right time to act like rude little boys 

With the things you lost & the things you hate

Things you've uncovered & things you take.

There's nothing wrong with admitting to defeat

Nothing wrong with staying slick and sleek

Absolutely fine to sleep with fat bedsheets;

Shielding from and housing life's saw-toothed teeth. 

If there is a right time to be ravishingly kemp

Then there's also a right time to be content

With the do's & don't's, will's & won't's,

This's & that's, whatever's & oh snap!'s.

A way of life is a way of living; It's for one to interpret and one to give in.

Sugar Lining

craving for curly tops and pearly eyes 
to help me float and blend into the skies of

dark whirlpools and cotton soft kisses
 that pinch my cheeks to a smile 

sugar rocks and sugar streams 
poisoning my blood full to the last T

 with roasted coating, a tint of caramel, 
barely any meat but what's meat to a sweet chamomile 

breathing in a different atmosphere, 
inhaling my dreams, the ones i love

so that i may bask in my blissful lust, 
i search the high seas and low bluffs

for something tall, something skinny, 
something cooked because raw isn't for me

it doesn't have to be perfect 
because perfect is boring, and very scary, 

perfect is alarming and blasphemously daring; 
i hate perfect and perfect hates me

to taste the sweet licorice on my tongue 
and melted kisses on my lips, 

how many years will it take for me to feed this craving 

born out of picky whim and orange flavored lipstick.

Clockwatching

A little hazy those that past by, no sleeping, no eating, just running, high. Encouraged to turn off so that I won't wake but my clock is still ticking-- still not even half way. Blast it all, the countdown is too long. I'll fall asleep while waiting to fall asleep in the fall. A man in a cocktail dress, a woman peeing in the urinals. Patronage to estranged relatives at their funerals. Children counting toes hanging from their window panes. I'm really trying too hard in sounding insane. In need of an excuse, need a break. No matter how beautiful the numbers it never fails to stir a heart quake. Those big black blocked stalks with sharpened daggers countdown to my life and death with bittersweet chatter. Come, let's have some tea and sit on this matter. Do you like yours strong or decaffeinated, while strangers blabber? Just sit on it and watch it on standby. They say it goes slower that way, but who're they to say who am I? who I am? Am I who? I am who? I figure I'm a fool. Figure, who are you?

Time Travel

On days like this, we can go to the past and just relax-- 

join the cats in their midday scats

looking for scraps in the trash back--

And find some treasure no one can ever measure.

On days like this, we can run to the future and build some character--

with that man the actor,

and that mistress with business--

Our empire will be real grande, it would be real hard to miss us!

It will only take us several nickels and biscuits.

On a day like this, you can just watch it all happen;

Roll down your window sills and observe the dancing stills.

Note to My Lover

I know you love me, you've said enough,

                                   you've done enough

But I won't allow myself to say the same.

                                          I'm infatuated by you, it shows enough,

                                                                          but it isn't enough

                                           Because it still isn't love.

Like no one else, I feel bold,

All my suppressed fears vanquished

Underneath my skin.

Like no one else, I'm so free,

                            I'm so intelligent

                                                          Nowhere else can I feel higher.


Take my heart, I want it to be yours

                        it houses all my affections.

                           
                       Just don't corrupt me, I enjoy my life 

                                                              of innocence.

                  
                                                                   It gives food to the fire, 

                                                                               paving a new road.

If anything I want to learn from you

                                 to gain from you

                 A worthy chapter of my life.

     Even if I never learn to love you

     I don't want to forget the power

                          it forged within you.