Friday, August 25, 2006

Between lines

For you my love between whose gardened eyebrows lives a mystery so simple yet complete. Some days i see a flower at the edge of the praries of your forehead and the abyss of your eyes. Its heliotropium. Flowers turned defiantly away from the sun yet violet enough to suggest a secret alligiance.
Maybe some mornings a flower turns up at sun - momentarily only but enough to let the sun know that you are watching. Maybe enough to warn the sun away with the monsoon of your skin.

The sun came over for a drink yesterday. Vodka he said was the only thing to take his mind of the contours of your body. I laughed - if only at the thought of him watching your contours. They are to be smelt and not seen.

Were I to eat you, id start with the neck, chicken like in its refusal to be ignored. I thought the toes were a close second but I think ill save them for desert.

Saturday, June 17, 2006

ode to a hazelnut

If only to be yours as i consider you mine
If only to posess as i am posessed


Us Narcissus

I think it should be Narcissi.

I look at my reflection in the magic mirror of her teeth. I am both fat and slightly yellow. She is still perfect. Maybe thats because she cant stand beside me and stare at her own teeth. Maybe thats because she cant stand beside me at all.

I long for clarity in thought. I longer (linger along) hoping to find glue to stick together the fragments of my mind -now indistict from years of dissection. As a child, I heard of prodigies who learned to fixed radios just by opening them up out of curiosity. I followed suit and ended up with many broken radios. I am not a prodigy.

She makes me feel light with her round eyes and streamlines as we dance around each other like moths. But its late in the year and the whole business of courtship seems a little poinless. We shall meet in heaven or the stomach of some voracious moth eater and share thoughts and bile juice to kingdom come.

Tactics, have over time changed from a science to an art form. To early hominids tactics were two step mathematical solutions. If you shake the bush, ill drag Uzma away by the hair for which I shall repay you by shaking the bush when its your turn. Tactics today defer finality indefinitely. "Do you love me?" "Kind of".

There is need today for the cavemans "Ug". A single syllable that answers most.

"Hows the weather treating you" ..... "Ug"
"Wheres the beef?"........ (Pointing) "Ug"
"Is this chair taken" ....... "Ug"
"Hey there!" ......... "Ug"
"Do you love me?"......"Ug"
"Help Popeye!"........."Ug Ug Ug Ug" (walks away arm in arm with bluto)