I am a man with an Unreservedly positive frame of mind. Knowing that frames are fatefully important As matter and metaphor.
I wear shirts chiefly made of roomy pockets Trope for optimism And space for the melange of likelihoods, On my person; I exist in the many prongs of forked time — In exotic banalities Sourced from my grandpa’s carousals.
I make love to you cartwheeling – Plumbing the temporal depth of The grieving nymphs who yanked off kidskin And returned menswear; till they busted the sanctuary beneath The cyanic algae. I mull over alternative energy sources, Distracted all the while to the Sagacity of positive assortative mating.
I am terribly open To new ideas; To all possibilities vivid and anaemic To the range of ridiculous rumbles Welling from my gut As I meet with All shades of terror with Uniform deference.
I am so positive — “Too pathetically, prick”, Blackguarded a voice I slept with last night Before it whirled out the window like a fuming serpent — That I only cursed myself When the rouge of dawn Morphed me into what Mr Franz Kafka couldn’t help but turn Poor Gregor into.
Back in the Summer of eighty five thank God I was still alive music was filling the streets as I chilled by the strip here’s the trip many girls were dressed with flames both were not ashamed the innocence of
Tears of Man You have the right to remain silent. Do you make the choice or remain violent? Do you evolve and become more civilized? Or do you choose to stay belligerent? You choose to be healthy, like you are
The bones are brittle as are the thoughts they crumble events of yesterdays that never happened things that happened not remembered today becomes another time faces and events mingle become a crazy quilt He sits and stares unaware of a
Who said that dawn doesn’t know him? Yes … Who has said that? He is secreting night when the sunset flows to poem end ; the flute, which surrendered stealthily to the day song, it runs away from the maze
The pressure in his head at times was unbearable like a vice clamped around his forehead having it twisted a 1/4 –turn at a time and when he finally thinks it can’t get anymore painful then bad timing comes around