Blue skinned witches in black

On the lake side

There eyes hard to see

Under the cat's eye moon

Mixing the waters by the waters

Delving into the blue light

Seeing something 

Past the something

That had fooled the masses

Even the masses.

Mixed World.

No prison makes sense

And behind bars

And the hearts

Held in chains

As the animal lives

It desires one thing

Brains

Brains

Lots of brains.
I felt that you felt 

Which was so long

The night went on

The dream window

Blew open to you

For you

So

You might feel more

For more days

For something wonderful

For something special

Something great

Would God take this away

And would God just look the other way

As if us humans were not capable enough

That we could not even grasp something

Something so simple

And so beautiful as love.
Smooth clouds cover eyes

Nothing touches

So the sounds get empty

Empty as an empty glass

Lifting it

Fills the drink

The thinking drink

Thoughts of water

And waterfalls

And phone calls

With cell phone

On a cellular level

Where knowing happens.
You can pull a rabbit out a hat

You can eat carrots out of my hands

And the plane gets plane

As up goes down

As turkeys make their rounds

Reveals a clown

That is stuck in a pink tent

Time to go now.

Prince me

Rolls into a house of dreams

It is the time to sail

through pain

through my daring

Never got the prize

Just some pretty eyes
goodbye.
Playing dirty in the rain

What mud attracts you

Is it good

And does it get hard

Does it crack

Does it matter

Does it roll like a dime

Or spin like a wheel

Is there a moral dimension 

Following a thread

Is it in love with dead

Does it bleed

Does it need

Can it feel 

Is it real?
I can recall 

YOo

Licked my face

Breath was taken

Lungs full 

Fully engaged into it

It's sweet song

Erasing longings

And fades

As a rising frame

An apricot in your eye

The jungle weeps

Gentle leaves of grief

Goes elsewhere

I'm on my knees

Within your hands

Where I please

Oh God

Is this forever?


Sunday is spring

I am thinking about her

And then again

Oh God

Can you explain?
Only object that vanishes

Is my screen itself

It actually shuts off

Boom like that

Yours too

What a thing of wonder

When digibits surrender

As electronics go away

The screen then is murky

As if it is trying to say something

Perhaps to turn it back on

To turn me on

Turn me on and on

Such a computer world

Like an ever quest

As big as mind

Like a mind of its own.