thoughts on a sunday afternoon...

closing in on failing as a partner,
my maturity is on the crux of being good enough.
how desperately i want this to work
i try, try, try
but the words are never right
i am NOT satisfied
too much expectation
too much money spent on ice cream.

primadonna

I am a hyperbolic eccentric
parading my eclectic demeanor on my sleeve
I relish the thought of being
promulgated and propagated,
an opinionated loudspeaker out for a stroll.
If only someone would listen to me
perhaps my insatiable appetite would be wetted.
I have stumbled into a myth
unwillingly I am a victim and predator
in my own ignorant piety,
worship for celluloid flesh.
My personal palimpsest is administered
by autonomous vote,
myself
I want to head the zeitgeist climatic orgasm.
Maybe I’m aiming too high.

Honorable promises
Lost like coins in a wishing well,
I am a man of my words.

Presence of poisoned water
In the morning coffee,

The future is the pariah,
no longer suicidal.
And I’m still loose
change falling down the well.

The End of the Space Opera

There's this girl

There's this boy walking on
Tip toes
He wobbles his way across the violet landing
and needs sugar to sweeten his disposition...
Nothing is more sorrowful then that!
Crows and doves, harps for demons
wishing I was something to seek
for her I will only be
the closest desire of humanity.
The cotton ball soaked in soul juices,
smelling of Godly rum cake
an acrid taste in the nether regions
of human desire, the unclean dinner plates
because I was twelve, in France
elated by effervescent ambrosia
of lonely Caesar's wings.
I am ready for action!
I am ready for her lips
Come now sweet embrace, let's hold hands
and dinner plates.
Maybe.
And angels sit down to dinner
while dogfaced daemons growl beyond the door.
The devil's in the dirty dishes,
lovingly we baptize them.
And the asparagus, the cleanest
cut of them all, diagonal,
acting as asparagus will, in devious ways.
So let us do our best and taste sweet wine
Because someday our hopes will be revealed
In search of greener pastures.

Written by Ian, Micah and Rose