I danced for my muse,

Lit liquid lines ran across my eyelids

And busted into sunflowers,

      ripe for her hand,

      for the taking.

Words evaporated from my tongue

      and drew lines upon a

            dried crumpled napkin,

(Pumpkin in color).

then,

Elegance tripped and fell down a staircase

      with a racket like

            a ceremony to name Chinese children.

But still, she smiled.

The last few droplets of fire

            tumbled its way

      into my rumbling

red rivers

Swimming and scratching

the walls of my throat

lighting matches

and plundering

      my treasured library

with thundering roars.

Bitter drool

      revolted and

complained

            (tools of an inner war)

About the acidic

      dictatorship in my

empty stomach

Children around me still laugh

And my politician mouth

            cracked its unconvincing

            smile

No one can distinguish

laughter from sobs

                  anyway.

The rude hands of a midmorning breeze

      stole my

      paperthin blanket

And I met eyes with

      a curiously mindless

      roden

As it sniffed

the puddle next to

my face

            and left with a scoff

I looked up and

      wondered why the clouds are blue

      wondered why

            the

      blind cartographer

      begged for food

            from the garbageman

I can feel---

      even the blind man

      gave me a look of distain

I crawled into the bottom

      of this feature-less rock

And silent (doubted once again)

      my preschool lessons---

            I can be anything I want to be?

            Just need imagination.

The first golden leaf of autumn

      nested uneasily at my feet

I sang to the glow

      of streetlights

      and the crickets in the night,

begging for a smile ---

I composed medlies

      of lovely symphonies,

      (Even learned a new tongue)

Lady luck’s heels

then crushed my leaf

And stole my saxophone

      her laughter chimed in

my mind and

charmed the sunrise

How dare I disturb the night

serenading the past?

A stray loneliness invaded my house

            and

pounced on the porch

      ate my fern

and gnawed on my knuckles,

Reminding me that

            it’s the boss

I fed it my disappointments

      and it curled in my lap

      refusing to leave

So

      I spent the night

            listening to its purr.

Snuffled coughs

      and small creaks in the chairs

      did not disturb

      the surgean who

      intrigued the crowd

Performing for a circus

            minor heart transplants

      with chainsaws

            and popcorn oil

He juggled the organs

            like a master clown,

      As the spotlight

            melted his face paint

He can’t remember

            how to smile

But blood makes better paint

            (only if it clods)

Raindrops of music

      clung to

      her hair---

beads of ballads

bits and pieces

      of poetry

That whispered romance

      in her ears…

      and

She sang her song back to lady freedom.

We waded in the

      scattered light

      As I secretly admired

the droplets on her eyelashes

She childishly grinned

      as we dived into the street

      No longer caring about

      our wet clothes

But only the feast of music

            on our tongues.

We took the crumbs

and playfully left a trail of lyrics.

Her probing eyes

      tore through my ribs

And her hair

      brushed across my lips

As she reached for the

      (empty) man inside

curiously shuffling

      rummaging through

      the brittle thoughts

I let her mind roam

      along my heart

She then

      peeled a smilie sticker

away from the atrium

along with the scabs

Somehow,

      I’m willing to bleed again.

A child’s smile that

      lit up the city

            Broke

when a shoe sent

      ripples ripping the puddles hugging

            the streets

      just like

tipping debts onto a man.

We all break like porcelain anyway.

The pond laid still,
    and I fished for the moon
    (gift for m'lady)
       But rain fell, and
Ripples destroyed the moon
          that waded peacefully in the water.

[As the moon splattered
          like semen on a wall
I danced with Insanity (m'lady)]

She was bedraggled,
       White dress now spoiled with gray soil
          covered only half a breast
Her crestfallen eyes still
    (still) had a brimful of vanity
though                              empty.

She offered her hand,
       And I chewed it away
devouring her bones too

She didn't mind
        [as long as I was quieter
         then the night.]

And her fingers silently jabbed
                                                 straight into my flesh
                   shocking
like a cold shower
in the middle of winter

Her teeth played with my tendons
          like a harp,
Stroking to and fro
             hitting nature's chords

                   thus we remain
Entwined in pleasure and pain
under the moonlit rain.

I ran under the blue sunlight in a
Poison Paradise-
carefree
with smiling red flames
dancing in my palm
(perhaps I was a mage)

And I laughed from suffocation
    as I laid down on
    the damp fumes

My limbs drifted away
with the evaporation
       of the smiles
As I forgot if I was soaring,
             or really just sinking

I went to a buffet

with some fellow hungry souls

      (poor things)

Dining in the smoke dimmed restaurant

            our faces deteriorated

Slabs of meat filling into the dish

      Till tendons showed,

            the soup leaked out of our jaw

      our faces dotted with white

            (I had the shinnest cheekbones)

      and the flies forgot our meals

            feasted on us instead

But we saw nothing through the smoke

Dessert came

      we ravaged the pills

Shoved mouthful after mouthful

      of purple

      till our bleeding afaces were numb

forgetting they dried a while ago

We paid the check and

the restaurant paid us back

with strange fortune cookies

and weird looks

Then our yellow eyes

      tried to follow the road

      But we were too melancholic

to care

The whole time

      we never considered helping each other

But... let’s forget

      And drown together

            It’ll be romantic.

(The buffet will convince you.)

Rocking Rocking

Slickly the road is rolling

Moving with a rhythm

Unseen and untouched

With virgin windows

And budding streetlights

The night is coming

with renewed innocence,

shaking the dirt out of the

corners

of sidewalks—

The lady is chaste again

pristine & unspoiled

waiting to be violated

by the vile hands of fate

Those grime encrusted

and crime darkened fingers

Slipping in

Slipping out

just as nonchalantly as the night

Breaking the beauty again,

Raping the night in halves.

Blue screens on Window’s

      decay

Reflected on

the spectacles of

      a dead man who

                  was quite

Alone

      quietly with Friday night,

and Friday was chewing away

            the four-eyed corpse’s scalp,

when colorless

(from apathy) brain juice

      seeped through his nearsighted

      dilated eyes and crept down

his cooling face

You’d think he’s been

      crying—

      But at least

            the flies

are kissing him goodbye.

Disney was wrong

All along

No magic (candle)

stick would

jest about guests

      so please,

Stop looking at

the book and Watch out for

The two eyed man whore

In usually navy suits

Claiming to proclaim his

Rights to tame

our mother’s

Earthly womb with

flashes of flashlight

Insights

      Look up

Now

And forget

      your dream drink

Just focus (focus focus)

      on them

Remember those two

Nobel characters on

her chest

Get her damn number

And stop the rambling

      Anything to

Just shave the Bush

      from mind

Tuck gently

      (Against my will

            with

Abrasive moans)

At the string

Flick softly

At the knot

In my heart

            and

the tail of our

memory(Paper

diamond in

the sky)

will kiss the

rosy sunset

Let music’s

      sweet tongue

Cut the string

            to memories

(Watch the kite fly)

Casual intermingle

      of the mind

When the body

Can’t fuse further

      Blew away memories---

When the warmth

abandoned

      us in the

cool air condition,

I pulled out

      of her

a fork,

      to eat my

sweet 17 innocence

before rigor mortis

      takes her.

Let go,

And just slip

through the weather

Smoothly cut

down the air

Like a feather

And soothingly

Rest in my

Unworthy arms

I offer you no sunshine

No roses, but no lies

Only a cup

of soulful musings

And a faithful

smile