To let go

It is when your sleep is a swirling auburnautumn leaf caught red-handed in the icebluebreeze, that you know you have stumbled upon solitude.

And nothing can be destroyed,
Because everything, everything is beautiful.

Centre within heart.
Heart within soul.
Soul within peace.

Breathe, Sal.

And let it go.

Till now, mankind has had only two revolutionary breakthroughs: the number Zero, and LSD.

Where are you?

In sane.

"Hello, doctor? No, well, I was wondering...is there such a thing as Herpes of the Elbow? Well I've got a number of scabby pustules on my elbow----I'm afraid I was a little too adventurous this weekend and elbowed my wife in the vagina. Oh, there isn't? What about Gonorrhea of the Nose?"

Cock?

Pussy!

Attempts to analyse a universe

Sometimes,
I have this urge
To hide myself from the galaxies in my brain.

To the Tuna Can in Front of Me

Dearest tuna can,

Do not whistle your tuna-esque tunes in my ear.
Because if you do,
I swear I'm going to
Snatch the tuna out of you.

Then you will be nothing but a
Sad,
Empty,
Can.

And, just when you think it is all over for you, just when your tunacan singsong voice is beginning to rust into oblivion, just when you are an inch closer to finally reaching intense fucking spiritual enlightenment after pining away for a million tunacan years, and just when you're not afraid of living a meaningless banana-peel life vegetating in my dustbin,

I'm going to recycle your ass.

It is strange
The way people are never satisfied.

Your eyes tell me that you are troubled.
That there is something wrong.

But, of course, it is nothing.

Of course, talk is not the answer.

Of course, despair is not the question.

Of course, you are alone.

Of course, you will be forgotten.

Of course, you will waste away.

But if I could,
If you want to,
If it makes you feel better,
I would trade adventures with you.
***

But of course, you wouldn't.

Musique

I pictured you flying
Late last night
But your wings were not in sight---
It was, in fact, a song you sang,
That lifted you into the sky.
Your feathers were a violin duet,
Your heart, a tabla.
Your spirit, a sitar.

Reflexion

Before I pine away.

On solitude

Excuse moi, if I may:
I saw you dancing yesterday
Like a bird of prey in flawless flight,
And I wonder if you'd dance tonight.
If you do, try and call;
I'll watch you by the waterfall.
That's all we need, to stay in place:
A poem and a pretty face.
And nothing matters, no need to brood
When you are set in solitude.

Note

Dear reader,


Yours obscurely,
The Author.

If you dare,

If you dare
Whisper a prayer,
From the comfort of your
Folding chair,
Don't call my name.
Listen, with care:
If you want to find me,
Remember my Ethereal Cathedral
Where shame is on a leash,
And thoughts are octahedral.

Half tone

Tonight

Tonight, in the chill of the summer, we are listening to Romeos and Juliets;
The men are drunk, the women are cranky,
And crying,
The girlthatusedtobe is stuck by herself outside in some cold, honky-tonk street,
And the children
The children are taking advantage.