POETRY

I want you so much 
yet I cannot have you
I can taste you in my mind
but the air around me holds no scent of you
We have sent such flaming letters back-and-forth, 
burned our fingers and our hearts, 
And driven madly around a bonfire of emotion
until sick in stomach and feeling quite ill
in spite of the fire that sears my soul, 
I am made to remain still
for all I have to hold in hand 
is black glass and cold steel 
in place of human you
which I crave
so desperately 
I want your hair to be my fingers
I want your breasts to press my chest
I want our hips to fit so tightly
that even the clothing remembers not
to which body it belongs

We are a symbiote, you and I 
Lichenous like Icelandic moss
forever old yet green

Dendrites we, deeply fused
 ‘round the roots of Yggdrasil
we trip, and tripping, trip on tryptamine

Long legged we spread our spores
and cross the face of substrate whores
and branching beat the human race 
to meet beyond our fate and teem

Farther out than the heat death of the universe
Beyond reach of even the fingers of time
We peaked past Rekyavik in our minds
our minds 
were blown up North and high
and high
above Norse gods and man
and man 
we drank some good shit—
the cough syrup,
I mean 

No Newton of physics or Einstein of spacetime,
alchemical miracle or quantum mechanical
can flout the third law thermodynamical
No nuclear fission or collision cold fusion 
or nuclear blast by Thor’s hammer can smash our connection

or either/or split us by fission

Whipped by some nitrous and playing the clown
I passed gas and then out 
mask up 
pants down
dead from the fart 
in the part 
at the heart of my ass

For I am the engine and the wheel that steers,
you are the Captain and the rudder besides

Exploding with avenues like the glorious slime mold  
Visionary seer of live nude necrosis 
Molded in beauty like blind mole rats
shunning apoptosis 
Before even Vishnu could have his lecherous way with worlds
you were there with Archea and some bacterium
and you will still be there, tardy and late 
in all space like the well-faring water bear 

For I am the engine and the wheel that steers
You are the Captain and the rudder besides

Will I overdose on the nose of propranolol 
that I’ll take for the ache in my heart when we part?
Or will we gleelessly split in frigid hysteria
all stinky and dead from smoked fish with listeria?

By the time you have seen my marine chronometer 
I’ll be watched by the sea in a tidal barometer 

Wondrous woman
my blood cried for you
last night
It wanted to be
near the pulse 
in your wrist
But my thoughts grew cold
disobeyed me and
faded away

My dear
the stars cried too
last night
While the storm raged
and darkness reigned
under a chorus of drowned clouds 
singing dawn into a wet day

My heart
and my soul too
in sleeping were renewed
in dreaming were again with you
But the rain beat a rhythm  
on the pane of my window
and cruelly shook me 
from my slumber
Now I cannot remember 
anything but longing

---

To awaken and be kissed 
on the face and tender lips
by a bright morning sun

To be but softly filled
by a sweet flight of words 
that shortly in the past
my lover lightly dressed
and sent

Allow me pretty please
to undress you gently too
I find it fairly fair 
with my shirt sleeve in a roll
and my soul bared there

Perhaps I’m still dreaming?
If not, then good morning!


Raise your lips and smile 
Raise your face going back to the jaws
This is your weapon against weapons
The smile is how you disarm them and charm them. We are half Bonobo, half chimpanzee in our social acumen, and when we smile, we hit the sweet spot.  

Consciousness has many profound and different aspects, and it’s also about experiencing love.
How do you quantify the feeling of jumping back-and-forth across different kinds of memory states? What's better than walking downtown with a smile wrapped around your face?

Three Love Letters