Rockawhile

Hello time!

So blissfully awry

Milky legs in dustman’s bucket

Meet me across the black expanse

To sleep.

So, what do you dream of?

Come, sit unraveled.

So, where do you long?

Wake up with me in this delicious oblivion

Toss over the edge of our sleep

Cigarette? No?

Any parting stars?

Yes? I have overspent upon a cloud.

And the watermark on our sinking sail.

So, you come no longer?

Yeah we have been dining on unbound lightyears.

So there is this poet I know

Who tosses spinach to bask in all that is wrong?

No, you can sleep more!

Wall to wall, in a vile, but only till past nine

I will come make love to you

If I am late, start without me

Then we create, not without decay, something fine

mythic, mystic, mathematic

Not like you!

too much sense and swing

Forcibly expanding the arena of my closed eye

Beating my back

with re-echoes of a seductive misuse

much trouble

much laughter

much burning

under the leap of your feet

No, you can sleep more!

So tightly woven

Like an unnatural waistcoat

made of universal silk pelvic thrusts

Don't worry! 

You will wake up just as the same friend!

As pure as the driven slush

No! No! you can sleep more

I still have to pass the hour under glass.

Lazy flies

It seems to be resignation
in real response.
I am including any sensitive touch,
Each involuntary embrace
and travel of the pressure when too scared.
Behind your back becomes immoral.
Aware of the lazy flies
sip the water we take in the throat,
but then everything disappears and you just
I want to smash everything refuge.
I'm looking forward to any messages
even if their content appears to
be unsatisfactory.
If only I could be a hybrid
Your dreams about women, so

Who can disown themselves now
 

Spread my paints,
that on a scrap of cardboard, which
have been given the most to me.
It will be a good excuse
too long for my scream.
What I cannot give,
exceeds the size,
I can give it.

I am not waiting for you to be thinking

I am looking out of the window

Like a light in the smoky bars, drunken,
that helps out.
Returns sensitivity
shows up in every gesture
before the body becomes too light.

Making a meal of me now
you’re the perfect host.