"anything"
novacain nightmare and a need for nicatine,
a following of my thoughts a girl dancing in my dream
i can't see anything save the blank paper parts produce a vapid white scene
blinking so fast that a muddy bowl slideshow begins
once, twice, a kick to my rib, a night blooming out of daylight in the middle of a parking lot
empty bottles filled to the top, with negative space made to laugh at me straight .
like shed skin under seven grins; her face under my white wall light, shining dark like negatives against streetlamps at night
nothing to collapse the scent with light, nothing to heavy to hold with one hand tied snugly hind your neck, red ribbons dancing at her thighs. hair around my neck like the most lovely noose, slight and flowing, everlasting and now rapture. No meens to and end, no need for an end, we will live forever in a thousand different waqys. Like the light from the streetlamp which starts where it does, but moves through the air, through the sky, atmosphere, space, above. Light as ceaseless as the kind of love Shakespear told us of. As thin as string from your tin can to mine; as long as the worlds longest telephone line. Communication is nothing if you can only speak with words. Your voice delecate like nothing ever heard. Wonder and bliss, through mechanical caluses: everything should feel like this. everything should be spelled backwards and pronounced with a twist. Like lessons on how to read between the lines of pages only seen in the dark, not on paper, but on sound waves. Love in the dark room under blankets of black. The smell of developer chemicals and the sound of gently running water. With this much dark, may as well be floating through the air. At a cliff holding worlds weight worth in feathers. Beautiful, believe them to be true. books written quickly, read slowly to you. You listen there sitting on that rock the way lips sit on a chin. you topple over as if your readers breathe a heavy wind, it seems something made to move the earth. Wrong, the earth made the wind move. Your reader meens no harm, he's just too meditative to notive he's killing you with kisses. Who are you anyway. He holds the book tightly in his swollen hands, his feet tap out twitches, his head jerks franticly around and he stutters outthe words, often screaming, drool leaking, being slung about as he makes sharp turns and random semi mechanic looking shakes , his eyes clamped tight like a treasure chest, his head stretched out past his body with his neck vieny and sick looking from all the stress. His presentation so grusome and intense his audiences is crying in some ways, and leaving in others, through others, by themselves. Retreating back into their homes completly alone. His speach gets louder and louder, greater and more expansive. His cracking aching voice is becoming progresivly more taxing on his spectators. They are afraid to hear what comes next, they don't know why but can't seperate themselves from what he sais, this book, this colection of words, this writen endeavor is now gradually taking a part of them away. They can't leeve and feel the same as they did before, and they can't stay and feel the same. They're no longer listeners, they're witnesses. Witnesses to this sad explosion in the corner of the room, that all started with a book that should never have been opened. a pill that should have been broken. thirty lines never ment to be spoken. lies, kisses, fallen trees, charlie manson, letter openers, a man made of keybords, a boys face so clean shaven it was hideously ridiculous, bleeding from my eyes and big toes as I watch him prance around in a computer animated forest. garcon? Garcon may I please have another; flowers - simply flowers, so happy you scream, dacing through the castle like it were our night on the town, we lost the key to the car so we jumped in the river and swam home from forever, we climbed the mountains naked, we slept on the sun as soon as it got dark out, we are all out, everyone, the world is empty, peopless, and the skys are now filled with a killgillian billion people floating beautifully like the earth sprayed a cum of blissfull beings into eternal existance all at once for no reason at all. and they all lived happilly ever after.