.105

your promethian smile

spread cross

mountain ranges

many rivers

knowing I 

could care

for your reckless 

shallow self.

.104 [part 2]

part 2 is continuation

a hard crush against

the rocks

sandwiched foam waves

and hardened earth

beneath waffled 

foot stomps

of untouched pebbled runway

.103 [love]

the unbelievable 

ardor of your

lying thieving self

winds around the word

like snakes

twine-ing around

each other

like snakes

becoming 3D and real

Seattle

.102

The vast vast symmetry

of your polygonal nature

rises me up

nightly

with illusions rampant,

in my guts

the withins 

resemble the withouts

coupled through tremulous times

our pasts, having convened, 

now separate

and I stand at a cross road divine.

steadfast for days

hunting the elusive blue rhino

night by night

and standing ahead, fore and aft

i spring - not eternal -

but rapturously, hideously

and humanely;

the way i was put here for.

.101

i miss debunking your lies

and ridiculing your plagiarism

i miss exposing your hypocrisy

and watching your face

tell me to go away

.100

yes, i try to laugh

to smile 

to think

but the memories of you 

just run through my mind

i wouldn't call it depression

and it's not melancholy

but words of wisdom surround

and then knock on my door

the surreal affection 

i feel for the missing

the painful eruption

when all's said and done

i wouldn't trade a huge fortune

for the fortune is just you

the play's the whole thing

and not one minute more

whence upon that pure morning

when all is surreptitious

surrounded and hounded by those that we love

they're all so attendant

they're faithfully giving

but the meaning is empty

with these holes in the floor

and i'm not that different

even though i try to be

but it's not love you're seeking

you're seeking nothing for sure

and all the sandtraps in hades

wouldn't sink me this deep

into darkness and chaos

unable to go on

there is something

worth learning

although nothing's for certain

maybe not soon - maybe never again

there's one way to feel 

and thats open your heart up

you can't know where that leads you

or even for sure

all the love gets congested

there's buzzcocks in heaven

and music and people are just that - and again

the flowers

the quarries

the righteous

the losers

a few minutes together 

and then we are done

.99

like a rainbow, you please so many.
give joy and comfort and hope a home.
when you're gone - it's too soon
tho you're always remembered,
and with foresight recorded,

watched and re-wound

for use in those times 

when i just can't escape
and your love is needed —
like every minute 

of every single day

.98

The saddest Valentine's Day 

is broke, deafening 

and apart from anyone 

offering love.

It's not cut abs

or baskets of sweets.

It's not smiling, winking 

or making plans for the future.

It weeps

and so 

do I 

honey.

.97 [ezra]

to reverse the ocean's blue roar

to be where no one else has been

to be in the eye of the storm

and not even know

to carry on is the challenge

to accept it is to let go

and that will simply

never happen