The sentence ...

I don't like thinking 

                               that I'll have to stop

                                                        At the thought of 

 kissing you:

  Even if it's only 

                      a kiss goodbye,

                                There are things that words can't say;

Even 

    if it's only 

              on the cheek,

           As the last thing that I do,

                    There's a wordless thing that I 

have 

      to 

         tell

          'Cause 

               I 

              like you 

                  in that 

                    way.

Abnormal curve ...

Love is

Hate is

Hot; it tingles

Good and

Bad: sends

Couples / singles

Growling, roiling,

Humping, laughing to

Thoughtless thinking,

Dreamful gaffing;

Destroys their time.

Yet what is

Great is

How function-

Melting

Love is

Hate is.

*

I think about you way too much

and it makes me feel stupid.

As a loner, I was too smart;

I laughed whenever cupid

messed with a friend's head:

“It's easy; don't let her bug you.”

I'd watch them fight. I'd role my eyes

as their shouts turned to “I love you”s.

“What idiots,” I'd think to myself,

“who waste time on eachother,

looking for peace in their lives through

rage-blinded eyes, chasing violent lovers.”

So I found my peace alone, and it's still:

In this calm now, I imagine us fighting –

so bored am I with sensibleness

that I'd find our dumb madness exciting.

*

Power.

That's what anger is.

Contentment slumps, soft;

Agitation is froth; but

Anger moves, dense, propulsive.

I go

Forward, hungry

And untirable,

Wanting someone

 Who's set me fire-full and

Primed.

And NO,

I wouldn't

Hurt you. I only

Look that way: I could

Hold you, red-warm

As a phoenix half-gone,

If you'd let me in

Today.

I'm a Dog (song) ...

{ the melody }

Aren’t you sick of the games? I forget what you people call ‘em:

Was it “pride,” or “revenge”? No wonder your men are so solemn.

(Come try me on)

To be honest, I don’t calculate:

When you're sinking in, I’ll dig the weight

Up off of you until you're free.

I’d dig a mile: come play with me.

I’m a dog! I’m a dog!

I’m a dog! Call my name, prick my ears. I’ll be here when you holler.

I’m content in my skin, but I’d be glad to win your collar …

(Come take me home)

Through the air! Past this talk. I’m my best when I walk – you know it.

When you tell me you love me, I won’t speak at all: I’ll show it.

I’m boundless; I’m a heart on springs –

Just thankful for the simple things:

I’ll warm your hands up in my hair,

I’ll kiss you like no man would dare.

I’m a dog! I’m a dog!

I’ve got claws, I’ve got teeth – but for you, I’m peach. Come grab me.

We could run, take a nap. I could die in this lap: I’m happy.

We’ll be tired, we’ll be wet, we’ll be grassy, glass-eyed pets together.

We’ll be panting and warm, and we’ll cuddle in this storm forever.

I’ve trembled on the kennel floor

And I know what I am hungry for:

Your fingers on my chin – my day.

Just say the word: I’ll come. I’ll stay.

I’m a dog! I’m a dog!

L'esprit de l'escalier ...

                                                                                  (the tide is coming in. that abandoned

                                                                                    shopping cart is dry, but soon

                                                                                   it will be just another crab cage

                                                                                  rusted. Your muscles are warm –

                                                                    so move.

                                 wearing a wheeled crab cage,

                                    be careful while you climb:

                                  if you tumble back, your fingers

                                   will snap in the hatches where

                              they're entwined.

a flock is coming toward you.

 Your cart takes up the road.

So they scatter around – but

  one comes down, alights

upon your load.)

She's burgundy. “i'm covered in sweat.”

       She spreads her wings anyway.

           no time to pause when the tide

        comes in.      “so I'll see you in

                                                two days?”

           (you roll on a ways,        sweating bagman;

                        find a bed      for your grocery cart;

                             and then,   like a fool, feel the ghost

                                 of her hand    on your arm as you

                                                                                  drifted apart.)