i
walk like i'm
tallandlanky
like a girl i knew
in high school.
the disparate mirror
image
tells me
don't get so carried
away.

aristotelian flight

look down
into the depths of me--
see who i was, before i (substantively/ 
    tentatively) am,
like i'd never existed 
      before --

now change again.
still-creep towards
      the new/true/you. 
when (where/why/how/what) does it begin? i can't 
     say 
          until
it passes, flings me 
        again 
into               naked
   form and existence. since all minds
are brittle-edged, they don't 
see 

deep (creep/seep/leap)
   into my
  fragile self;      feel:
the hum of potential-
ity vs. actuality 
vibrates on my skin. (
           a street musician
    with a broken
       violin.)

vernalagnia

thrust
back your
head
           darling, let me in--
you're making this so
  hard
for me. I must be
crazy/daft/mad
or i wouldn't put up with--
( shadows moving on the satin earth )
chase me with your fingers,
all arching
in the crescent moon, spilling
over
    -- don't
forget who you are, remind me who
i am --


take me down
    to the river
in the deep dark

let me drink
you

rusty [crappy poetry]

you think
you know what lonely means
until
you bump into someone
in the long hallway
find the courage
( find your voice--rusty ) to
wearily apologize--

there isn't the awkward
dancing eyes that you
expected, nor the
awkward smile--

they did not feel it.
save your breath.

parody/ox

this change
defies intuition, your breath on my neck
too sweet for truthereal. i
want you so badly but you laugh
   ( no less in my face )
and disparate, disapparate--
my head spins, and its your
fault, sweet valentine. does that make you
   smile?

[That makes one of us, anyway.]

bedtime

I guess I should go to bed.
but I'm scared of the dark, and
the walls are making strange noises.

(I'm so jealous of your
tranquility
that I could tear your head off.
Don't come in here again.)

[ tragedy ]

it happens every time I think my life has taken a turn
 (for the better), when i let my guard down
 let you in-- 
here, the lights dim, the cherry blossoms fall-
but i'm really the one without defense, aren't i? 
         and underneath 
your quivering chest
 you hold the dagger-- i hate you

(one of these days
     i'll    stop lying to myself)