Second Page of Poetry
i've lost my touch
and i should sleep
but its so far away
crawling wil do no good this time
i see you falling
faster, farther, much more beautiful
than all the times before
drifting through me
upside down and in the underneath
holding closely lovers legs
and hiding unconditional images
of abstract conversations
falling faster inside of me
and curving slightly at my heart
lifting, aching, holding tighter
tighter than i ever thought possible
swimming slowly through hot taureens
of boiling soupy masses
slipping slowly through the grass
that i somehow forgot existed
sliding out from under me
i can smell it...
the slow burning of your body
simmering beautiful heartache
uncomposed and undernourished by love
and uncontrollable interwoven ideas
i can't complain, its not something i can see
with underwire scalability and
sloppy sliding yellowness
i found you
yes, that i did
and hiding underneath incubated anarchy
i took the flame and threw it
deep against the wall
and watched it fall to pieces beside me
i watched you
touched you
smelled you
tasted you
and then i died
it wasn't sad
i'll control the utter consciousness
it helps, you know
to find that of which you can be
and launch it
high above your sleeping head
where dreams are something you'd never know
and reality is only that of a reverie
i hold it
its there forever clinging to my skirt
crawling up my thigh
its there
i can feel it
its floating high again
from the sleeping demon
its slipping under cover
cover me it says
cover me, i'm going in
the ashes weeped for me
but for some reason
i was not sad
holding high my sparkling eyes
i pucker my lips
and fall further into bliss
of which i once did not know
its all over now
the memory of climbing higher
mountains clinging to my every breath
careeening down narrow roads
on sleds of rabbit furr
with softness floating by my face
and caterpillar lovers
slowly giving pleasure to one another
i found the utter happiness
that only seems to exist in foreign lands
with upside down goddesses
and carousells of gleeming glass
i lost the karma of my beauty though
but who needs that?
not i
i'm falling down the rabbit hole
but not coming out on the other side
i'm stuck in utter senselessness
of beautiful dreams and sliding glass doors
the diamond emblems of life
slowly pull me under
a sea of sparkling abyss
a slippery spot for the world to dive into
i told them i would wait
and watch
protect them from that which is real
they're hiding from me again
with little eyes
poking up from behind ruby brick walls
emerald green and sapphire blue
sparkling at me
i can see them
but they don't know
i can feel them... touch them
but they still are clueless
non-existant reality loves me
and takes me into her arms
caresses soft hair and kisses eyebrows
closing eyelids
and scattering stardust upon them
ticklish eyelashes are up and running
swishing softly through my brain cells
with lips of utter magnifisence
and pupils dark as night
sliding fingers find their places
in beauty, skin, and between soft lips
caressing silence
its there
i've felt it... in the dark night
of falling stars and complete coherence
with acrobatic ballerinas
sliding sliently past rhinos
elephants and other packederms
i've held it there... that sliding silence
and tasted every last drop of sweet sweet oils
massages with hungry fingertips
and accupunture control
but every time, they've come after me
and i've hid with no restraints
for often times i've lost my mind
between the devil's knees
but sooner or later
i've come to
with blazing paper dolls
surrounding me with paper clothes
and complete
and utter
control