Coupons in the Rain

Waiting for you
to open the mail
you show the world
how you fail
but
time and again:

You keep me safe.

It is just so simple
how you focus in
and you get punished
for your sin
but
its time to set sail

You kept me safe.

You keep in a safe
your treasures deep
and your friends
you keep from me
you laugh at us
in mockery

because its too deep
to carry me...

well this surface changes me
in depths you can never see
already you are there as a gift from me
I'll keep you safe.

I'll keep you safe...
seemingly randomly
where is your coupon?

Thank You
for being here.

Balance (written 2/14/1992)

Balance it
it's either too much or too little
balance it
when it feels this way
we both
separate
Balance it
then we come together
again
without trying
and join
balancing it by ourselves
but balancing it
together.

Peaking Isis

It's first come first serve
not soft serve
it's been hard so long.

Wearing a cone
like an injured dog
blindsided
and missing home.

The door is open
and I'm on my throne
no need for orders
because the wish is done.

Just park that thing
and take my hand
project to heal
whatever is sick surrounds.

Commanded and fulfilled
first one inside
calm

serve.

Endurance (Fantasy of Other Levels)

In the honest longing
of the age that keeps calling
to become occupied
projecting healthy insides
repetitive reparations
the year doesn't just begin to end.

Going for a ride
working hard.

didn't you see
the expression of me
how confusing it is to be
through with the looking glass?

Distortions
Contortions
Passions

To touch in flesh
to understand the sense
how hard it can get.

So real
entangled entwined
repetitive sea shell nations
selling down by the sea shore.

Can't not help

Let me demonstrate

Wrestle me

Mind the music

It's for you

It's for us.

Can Not Not Love

So there you are
back again
aging beautifully.

Find and see
healing me
a love base
in the stars.

Waging war
Morning Star
who you are?

Named the tag
in riddle I explain
singing like the sparrow.

So we decide

this journey to take

as if we could emphasize
upon reality's quake

where the river must lead
and the boat makes

ripples in energetic
superfluous meanings

trying
to be writings.

But expressions of humanity
lost in the barking of dogs
heard by the one

being accused as shallow.

Shall that one not be choosy
to serve?

Full House

The image of her body
holding wet memory
to enter the gate once again
expressing sweet nothings
explaining concussions
to jabber away...

holding in the pattern
repeating visions in matter
that terror of missing escaping

discharging chagrin
of the sickness of sin
racing to begin again

bullets jigging
little earthquake raking
a form of healing so hideous

only twice can that taste
cause the held image to stagger
in reality of twenty and four later
the magic of the words
engorging the herds

worlds away
children you say?

The dust settles with her cards on the table
and he excuses himself to secretly flush
the royal seed...

he thinks:

"She has beaten me."

The Bridegroom's Nurse

Only one dream
recurring
and the theme
is reassuring
that behind all the foreplay
my bride will be coming.

Nothing more fantastic
than hers and her orgasmic
drinking of the darkness
just to cure his light.

But she has no reminder
of hidden places
more diviner
wanting the running water
to cure her insanity.

She washes his sin
to play once again
and soon
she is coming
no more dreaming.