She had written a poem for me
And it was called, "Tender Hearts."
I turned a lying voice on it,
And said I didn't care.

She read this poem aloud.
Her voice was soft and lilting,
But I closed my window
And put on the t.v.

Then she climbed the tree outside
My bedroom window, and I saw
Her, sketching my likeness,
With eagerness hidden in her features.

I scowled and closed the blinds
To hide my face from hers,
And climbed into my bedclothes
And crawled into bed.

But in my dreams, I only saw her
And I only heard her voice in my ear
And it was only her face that I saw
Hovering, smiling, inches from mine.

I awoke, breathing uneasy
And climbed down the stairs,
My nightgown draging behind me.
To open the door.

She walked in, gingerly.
She had been waiting, somehow she
Knew. She smiled and took my hand.
I pointed to the paper she was holding.

And when she held it up
I saw it was the poem with
My picture beside it, and she
Had made me look so lovely.

I took her up to my room and
Opened a secret chest. In it
Were the poems I had written her.
She only placed hers atop the pile.

Taking it into consideration
I used the conversation
To give me inspiration
For hopes of copulation

So to you in full appreciation
I shall take my heave, not salutation
Sending my heart filled with elation
At the hopes of our private congregation
Expressed to you in my rymiest creation.

When the dragon weeps
His tears mingle with the dream of eternal sleep
He craves the night that he will not have to burn
He craves the night that he can love the living
And not be hurt.
His is the might.
His is the dream.
His is the death in us all.

For thousands of years we will live
For thousands of years we will die
And in our minds,
Eternity will be forever.

Salt water lapped gently against the rocks
While her body, filling the dress lovingly,
Rocked and swayed, just at the edge
Of the breakers, halting a great majority
Of the waves from crashing into shore.
I walked to the edge of the water
And dragged the girlt o dry land.
I watched as the water that had so
Thoroghly soaked her dress
Seeped into the rocky sand beneith us.
As I brused the hair from her white face,
The wet tendrils sticking to my fingers,
Two tears dropped from my eyes for this stranger.
I leaned forward and placed a kiss
On her cold, wet, water soaked lips.
the I laid my body across hers as the
Blood red sun sank below the horizon.
And then, when the stars begain to blink into
Existance, one by one, I return her body to the
Water where it sinks below the waves,
Below the breakers, to disappear from me.
I wonder what it means when I wake up,
Wearing her dress with my hair wet.

the sun was late one morning
i was ready for him but he did not come up on time
he was an hour and 52 minutes late
it perturbed me that the sun could be allowed to be late
what would be next
later that day i noticed that my watch had falled behind
by four minutes
funny, it had never done that before
only as an after thought i wondered if it was really my watch
that was behind or was it that their clocks were fast
i guess it doesn't really matter

Floating in the ethereal
While mom scotch guards the sofa.

Force-feeding the fleeing chalenger
With curses of their ancestry.

Taking my bood and tearing out the pages
Until all that is left is
'Introduction' and 'Also By The Same Author'

Day to day, forced existance,
The mundane reality of it all drains me dry.

Trees, large, loom and crowd around,
Tightly packed, with the water below me.
My birth.
Emergence from the mire,
Begun with the rising of the sun.
When it is born over the horizon, so am I.
Moving, growing, feeding.
Then in the fetid, humid midafternoon...
No anger... no hatred of the world
For my short time,
I mate.
Only the plodding of life
Cources through my chitinous body.
When the evening cools, I lay my eggs
In the tepid pools.
And lay my life down.
One day is all I am given, it is all I know.
The beauty of one day from birth
To death.
Catching the air inder my translucent wings...
Following the sun.

Elegant dolphin...
Dipping into cold waters;
Sliding between the drops
and currents like you do,
And smiling like
Only and fish can smile.

Riding along, on a winter's night
The knight gazed in wonder
There in the trees all covered in light
Stood a lightly clad girl
Her arms extended in pleasure

Said the knight to the girl
Why are you standing there so
She smiled, let her arms unfurl
And said only to tempt you
For it was said many years ago

There would come a knight in the night
Would would share the light
That would part the night
And I have stood here waiting
(K)night after (K)night

Now that you are here,
We can begin our quest.

I once met a Spider
Walking on its Web
It gazed at me in Wonder,
And very distictly said,
"Why art thou curious being
Entertaining my silky domain?"
Upon which I had no Answer
Only the patter of the Rain.

The Spider continuously persisted
In its questioning Me so.
I only answered in the Sun
And promptly turned to go.
My thoughts turned inward and
Like the Spider I didn't know
Whatever happened to the Plan
I had started so long ago.

Just the other day the sun went out.
I reached up to change the light bulb,
But realized that although my light bulb
Was living up to its warrenty, the sun,
Was not.
It became dark really fast.
I had no idea what to do.
When the EBS came on the air,
They said that there was nothing
That we could do to save ourselves
And that real soon we would all die.
I was worried and began to pray,
When all of a sudden I heard a thunder clap.
I looked up into a dazzle of whirling lights
Which framed a hideous face.
The creature motioned to me with its
Tounge/Arm/Whatever?
Considering my options well, as I
Usually do before making any serious
Career choices, I chose wisely, and hopped abord his
Spaceship.
Now I am chained by the neck and serving
Drinks to a Three Toed Sloth that speaks
Surprizingly good English.
It gets me to thinking
How in the hell did my cat make out?