Intestines rarely show up in romantic films

But ideal lips and foreheads feature kindly

Lips that are not just for speaking role

But lip seeking roles

Like heat seeking torpedo lips

Lips which hunger as they lick

Large luscious lips with lollipops

Women with neon tube tops

Women who knock themselves into aerobics classes

Women who can explain thing

While wearing black spandex

And look at you as if you

Are made from tissue

Or toilet paper

So you ask her to be gentle

Just in case she wipes you!
Find a way to the lightning place

Where the ghost strip their clothes

Follow them animals

Follow the dogs

Right away make it

There in the distance American flags

And rainbow flags

And all American zombies

Watch the sun burn through you

Right into your sky
Spare me gothic horrifics

Love can seem so transparent

As if looking into plastic

Don't see love as any normal thing

Cradle it like a baby

Soon the THERE is a turn in the road

It turns alone on its own

There like a deer

Winking at you as if human
The next day the plan is plain

Like a return to the plains

Is like a journey into space

Do you want a key to life

If the sun had more time

Would it touch the soul

Realize the poem is a living thing

It numbers

It wonders

You can make thunder

I can feel that lightning

Is the safest form of torture

A weird kind of pleasure

As if like a movie picture

We had watched before

Had the gray sky's came

Yet hope came instead
Here we go pathways

Follow the spiralling glow

Make the water seem more

Return to the sounds of life

Let them surround you and make it

Make it easy

Lay on grass with a cross

The golden robot cross

See it walk into the waves

As you would escape as ice

Drawing the waters up

Turn your heart around

All around the sky parts

They dance Into liquid hearts.
So the same street was not

They were strange places

Enemies lurking in their cages

Yet there you find a secret

There

That is where it hides

Secrets must hide

Then a world appears

You have no idea

The most unusual circle in the world
The slumber party is over

The rain will return

My heart will meet yours

You will see me crying

You will experience mercy

I am the eastern Sun

Angels singing and spinning

You were the Tao

I held you in a stormy pedal wave

Fear evaporating into love

Eagles return

Your door in the sand opens

I make haste with my feet

Love listen for chanting

Beloved BE

Bubbles rise in triumph

Hands touching romantically in green light

Dream again or forever hold your peace.

Ambition can turn into an addiction.

LOVE IS THE REAL THING.
 Motionless within summer leaves

The gray kitty sneezed

As the frost melts

The trees come alive

We all see the dream clearly

As the moon and the sun

Turn.

Setting: Inside a dark, echoing bathroom plumbing line, right before a major flushing event.Urine: (Splashing aggressively against the ceramic walls) Look at you, slacking off as usual! I’m in and out of here six times a day, keeping this body filtered and clean. You show up once—maybe twice if the human had a fiber bar—and expect a standing ovation. You're slow, you're heavy, and you take forever to get ready!Poop: (Thudding heavily into the water, sending up a massive splash) Slow? It’s called craftsmanship, you watery amateur! You’re just 95% water and a little bit of leftover urea. You require zero effort. I am the grand finale of a 24-hour digestive masterpiece! I represent the steak, the potatoes, the complex carbohydrates! I have structure. I have presence.Urine: Presence? You mean odor! You completely ruin the atmosphere the second you walk into the room. People have to light matches and turn on exhaust fans just to survive your presence. When I arrive, it’s a quick, polite zip and a wash of the hands. I am civilized.Poop: Oh, don't act so pure. You turn bright neon yellow if the human takes a single multivitamin! And let's talk about urgency—you make the human panic and run like a maniac just because a movie ran over two hours. I have discipline. I give a polite, rumbling warning hours in advance.Urine: (Steaming slightly) I am the frontline defense of the kidneys! Without me, the system shuts down from toxic buildup in days. You're just the stuff the body couldn't even use. You're literally the leftovers!Poop: Leftovers? I am the ultimate metric of gut health! Doctors study my shape, my color, and my consistency on a chart like it's fine art. No one is out here making a "Bristol Stool Chart" for your boring splash patterns.The Toilet Handle: (CLANK)Urine: (Swirling rapidly in circles) Uh oh. Here comes the swirl!Poop: (Sinking into the vortex) See you in the septic tank, water-boy!