Our Meeting

we are two
points on a circle
touching
but facing
away
.
walking around
on its sharp edge
to meet
.
while
.
we could have
just
turned around
and hugged
.
or
.
is the meeting
just an excuse

for the journey?

Penetration

It is just
that
I dont like
snakes, lizards
scaly hairy reptiles
.
creepy crawly
things
thoughts
.
slithery sounds
sticky feel
.
probing touch
.
intrusion
into
my being

Restless

stillness of the mind
wrapped tight in foggy thoughts
.
heavy islands of garbage
floating without a ripple
.
a strand of soul
leaps from the depth
.
spraying a fistful
of goosepimples
.
stillness on the surface
waves in the heart

.

no one can

see

Mushroom Lamps

in pairs
they light up
dark sticky air
every morn you drive
.
white bulbs leaving
dark sockets
on mutilated faces
.
connecting to yours
scared and hiding
behind dark glasses
.
rising slowly
floating high
silky white light
on stinking air
heavy with guilt
dense with
anger & fear
.
step on the pedal
kill the bastard
shatter the lamps
out of the sockets
.
before they break free
roam thru our dreams
filling the night

with scary white light

.

As I am

as i am
what you see
.
as i am
not what you see
.
as i am
what you feel
.
with me
and
away from me

.