It

it is what i’ve had burning inside since the days

of my previous suicide when the ball bearings

of my machine grew burs and did not fit into

his or hers but kept me rolling strong and

fast and better and higher and smarter and

deeper than the rest of the fluffy world

it is what i see in the pain that’s run through

your veins forever in the minutes i’ve known you

to be so true blue and new and refreshing like

the view of a long lost twin in the wind of a warm

Indiana day a roll in the hay with a childhood

sweetheart safe from the cloned cold world

it is what popular people of the brave old world are against

or are needing to stop the minds that are bleeding

and craving for something anything nothing that

is not the norm of the dorm or the dynamic static

suburban dream of a home that reminds them of

Rome and indeed they see the future of their world

it is what we have without communication in our nation

that is small and warm and soft and protected

from them with no defections or reflections of our

hearts from the start but innocent games the same

as our destiny and bond of which we are fond as well

as the energy we stole from the magnetic pole of their world

it is love and passion or chain reactions between two souls

breathing and listening to the radio playing inside or

wanting to hide with books and pens or flowers for

Hearts in Atlantis

1

My heart’s in Atlantis

drowning, while she – the fairytale witness

or malicious mermaid in this pristine pool

dissolves my fire to fan her fuel

and combusts in the wet Atlantis night

to evaporate me, erode me, to steal away my Neptune fight

2

My heart’s in Atlantis

inundated by her rarefied resistance

of me and the dripping of her libido springs

or fountains of pheromones her femininity sings

to me, that echo and sound, beneath the still surface

then bubble up, note by note, kiss by kiss

3

My heart’s in Atlantis

permeated by her imagined bliss

one million waves and ubiquitous love

intimate swimming in oxygen breathing above

an electrified consumption of my aqueous soul

replenishing with her spilled sponge this vacuous hole

4

My heart’s in Atlantis

swimming to her immersed ignorance

of what she washes away with her liquid urban movements

in a pack of rhythmic scavengers or terrestrial catalytic solvents

to actively or passively transport her pain oceans away

to a plastic island paradise safe to play in the adult way

5

My heart’s in Atlantis

saturated by immaculate impotence

when my anti-social yearnings are tightly dammed

behind pseudo-dikes and porous demands

a 16th century galleon bulging the virile mast

set to sail for her fluid fountain to the last

6

My heart’s in Atlantis

surfacing to escape this

deep sea seduction for an iron lung of fresh air

divine peace, slippery solitude, and freedom from her glare

lead me away, lead me safely to shore

for she will dwell in Atlantis for evermore

Sea Horse

ride me to my death if you like

i will let you ride

ride me through the sea tonight

i will let you ride

and if i tire

or lose desire

i will be

the horse of the sea

take me through the watery night

i will let you ride

ride me to my death if you like

i will let you ride

and if i tire

or lose desire

i will be

the horse of the sea

and i will let you ride

and slide down my side

and i will let you ride

ride high with the tide

and i will let you ride

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