{Designed by desired by designs for desire}

blink blink the firefly blinked and wink wink the fairy winked and think think i can be beat but sink sink my ship will meet the green green of the ocean floor and no no it wont float no more but oh oh oh what a score on the bowl bowling alleyway door to the gray gray night in the dark and the way way we lit ourselves off and the plays plays that we bit from the books and the seconds hours moments we took and we grope grope for the heat in the cold and we yearn yearn for the rocks in our folds of our fat fatening fat on our laps and we lay lay on tile drink before that and we hold hold each other in arms while we grow grow much farther apart and we sigh sigh at the sight of ourselves and we crash crash like a book without shelves and we ask ask what did we impair when we felt felt at each others cold stare like an ice ice sickle of death while the reap reap reaper still wept for the gain gain gain of his life just to take take take it apart and we know know whats wrong with ourselves but we cant cant ever but dwell on our flaws flaws fatal and sure like the front front front open door that i locked locked in hopes of defering the rob rob robery while it snows in the yard yard the dirt becomes white and and imacculate over night while i sleep sleep visions of you but still me me just alone in my room in the pitch pitch blackness of pitch like a tree burning in vats of pitch while my head head implodes on itself from the lack lack of the feelings ive felt and the heart heart stops anymore all its beat beating itself to bored and the blood blood will flow no more if the pump pumping is not restored but the cane cane became crutches for the insane sane skittle munch dutchman and these words words make sense to the sensless but the same same senses are senile when the game game is over from denial

NINETEEN DECEMBER TWO-THOUSAND-NINE

(BUTWILLSHEEVERKNOW?) [AKA] {casanova rivalry}

hello sunshine

hello stranger

open wide and taste the tang of sweeter cane than sugar razors

dancing fancy westward trampling dogs and bulls still skipping prancing

burst into the sky we can see

hoist above our heads our hands flee

cast below our feet bleed bent keys

rented scented rusting gently

escape to a world of counter tuition paved dark by perdition, saved larks for incisions

and hark harold still sees in dark but not clearly

our tarps cover windows to souls we see weary

and traveling alone into pastures of tears we

still float down below just much wetter and eerie

and lakes become homes for the cake on the bones

and our fate is unknown but still placed on the phone

we called collect

but couldn't collect

our intellect

still tries to infect

so we dissect

and tried a route more separate

to find out all the business pouches couched but still we sought them out yes!

and out we pulled them! from the boggy bog and breathed foggy fog but we lugged the log till we snugged and snogged and cuddle close to the huddled ghost whose kiss tastes of mist and desserts meant for toasts

and we still want them close

wrapped up to the most we can fit in the blanket

breathe close while youre facing my face and ill thank

it appears out of most of our blood when we drain it that heart cries no more but still shivers and tapers

and comes to a point

with its final thrust

the sword of pure reason had turned it to dust

and broke blade upon blade upon scared winters days and the powder that powered the sun still flowered and bloomed into the blossom that burst into the sky

and we can see

clearly

in the light

and your mouth is unrestrained

and so you call me by That name

and i refrain and i know that you, SEE OUR! why? a end

but not a lend

a gift

from the sifted words of sifted thoughts

and planted hearts that still are soft but hug the earth and moan and cough and dream of forests growing strong and sing their songs and sing their songs

and hope that we can learn their songs and one day maybe sing along.

FOUR DECEMBER TWO-THOUSAND-NINE

{the walking contradiction between the heart and the hearth}

divisive was the rift between the canyon and the cliff but when standing sets adrift a new planning contradicts what the banning began ramming and the scanner deepened hamstring was the fairest fair of good things and from darkness only truth sings so we set adrift an isle of white and curse the day from other sides while harps would play the isles of sighs and freedom sizzles while it fries and fruit would cook itself into a cake and off of a plate would seldom make a dent in harveys steel face and yet i take but cannot give when its too late so split the tab and rip the fabric hit the pads of written tablets reach around the fitted scab slits festering and pooling jabed with wretched were the brittle gnat ticks eating at their only whey fix

cannot wait

cannot fix

canonized and can eject

landing in a planned location

sanding for a deportation

death and dying still relate to

human hearts that freeze and face to pace the race they run against themselves they never win but they always beat a

n

d

words

are

just

not

coming

tonight

fin

FOUR DECEMBER TWO-THOUSAND-NINE