Piano, unknown

Sometimes I get lost in the woods

When I wander too carelessly.

I often meet girls there Some

Are afraid of me, just because

I have a penis Others

Seem to feel safer for the same reason.

I cannot blame them There

Is a certain ambiguity to being male

I haven’t figured out myself How

Can I expect them to understand then?

Others again run around Sheep

That behave like wolves, fierce but

Entirely defenseless Taking

On everything at the same time.

They are all nameless. names,

What do they mean anyway;

They are like questions Wandering

Around carelessly under a canopy of trees.

Unsent

Letters, mounted upon each other, thousands,

But only hundreds tell of sweet adoration.

In my dreams I send them and in my nightmares

You yield them to my wrong postal address;

In life I’m never drunk enough to look upon them at all.

I don’t order these letters, but luckily they automatically

Order themselves chronologically. So if I die,

When you read them, don’t read the first ones,

Don’t read the ones on the top, written in blood,

For they are full of unjustified horrific thoughts.

Read the ones at the bottom full of indulging treasury

That marks the true romantic spirit of words unread.

I cherish the thought that you have written me back,

Somehow, mindless of the rumbling of our reality.

I hope I have never before written this, for it is untrue

And very shameful and distorts every ideal,

But I want to burn everything

Before I forget it all,

And then, sometimes, speak to you with a voice anew.

Your life's a movie, my life's a poem

Haphazardly your eyes dilate to a diameter of almost the size of your big toe
- which shines through the nakedness of your April dress,
wearing thin Winter's depression of my manhood -
as the screen flashes red and green and yellow and purple
and love love love is written all over the fixation of another movie.
Rapture screens your face and negates reality sitting next to you.
Stardom is as fantastic as it is real in anyone's mind.

No drastic measures are necessary, or are even welcome
in a house as blissful as a romantic comedy's positive plot alterations.
Therefore I keep quiet and enjoy everything there is to your dreams
while reluctance and a bubble of nerves forward the imagery
until your smile climaxes along with my stomach and the ending.

runaway lost

It’s all green here as the night sets in ----

Making a mockery of any other possible emphasis ---

While you stain my finger

Burning down to your toes.

Calme-toi.

Common sense and cultivation

Shake hands

Like we do: unfriendly, a bit too tight

But simultaneously stimulating and ultimately satisfying.

Your meaning is as ambiguous to me

As science and religion to us all --

You comfort and you distress,

Give desire and satisfaction at the same time (but so loveless);

You are loneliness and you are company,

-

You hide, are found and will someday

(hopefully)

Be ever lost.