AirplaneLooking out the airlinewindow at the abstractcheckerboard patternof property and landdecending on us nearChicago or Indiana orIllinois farmland withlittle puffs of poofyclouds every now andthen. look at thatbeautiful metal wingontop of all thatspeckled tree landon sunny day inmay.O how beautiful thesky and earth are froma plane. "I love it!"I thought, "I love it andI love you!" No matterwhere I go Heaven isthere waiting for me--how did I git here?how many wonderful thingsmust I have done inpast bodhisattva livesto let me live likethis.
Erotic HaikusI show my penisto you tucked between my legslike mickey mouse face a needle hides in the woods next to small pebbles:
Louis Wain Cat-mareLouis Wain's cats are all over my room, watching me with judging firey eyes pircing staight through my soul--I fear they're giving me the fear-- maybe I too am developing his schizophrenia...Cats keep pouring in-- my room is slowy becoming Moonside as everything is outlined in neon lights as the flurry of cats gather glowing their grinning cheshire faces of satifaction at me--they are becoming something other than cats, I fear, something wild and untamed like an acid frenzy as their fur stands on end and crytalizes forming shapes of chaos breeming with life and the secrets of the universe entanged in great orgasmic explosion fibers togeather like overlapping firework threads teeming with phitoplankton and bacteria and ameobas as the world and the entire universe enfolds in on itself causing the shapes of the cat's faces to take the form of the subconcious mind recoiling in horror at what it sees inside these beasts haunting my every move, posessing me and my body, making me do thing
Insomnia takes holdInsomnia strikes me again here and now like a cold dead grubber smacking me insfusing with my blood and shakin me awake.Mike is sleeping like I want to be, dead, lying there peacefully streached out on my back, eyes closed, arm across my chest in a deep beautiful state of dream like sleep so late at night I can feel the scilence dancing around in the darkness of my room.Thoughts of cough syrup to put me asleep entertain themselves in my mind but I wont let them influence my actions yet. not now. not at this point.I wonder if I will dream of a girl in love with me only to wake and discover it was only a dream to make me sad upon arrival out my my slumber state.Or I will dream of a tea party among the pigmy kitties of south eat Felineistan jungles in British top hat, coats and tails, drinking only the finest tea, dressed all in monocles and the dames with their parasols.Will I be invitied to another of the douchasses parties, but maybe this time I wont fall in love with the princess
Invisible Woman BluesO how lucky I am to be loved by you.Naturaly, words serve no purpose in decribing it.What beautyWhat lookswhat warmthWhat as m i l eI am in love with youThough I've never met youI give you kissesThough I've never seen youWe hug eachother in our sleepThough I've never touched youI'venever tasted that strawberry pair of lipsnever touched that silk smooth skinnever smelled that freshly showered hairnever seen those emerald green eyes that shimmer and shine in the glow of the moonlightnever heard your cute little giggleThough I have--just not yet