Poetry II

Candyland and Roses We're bound for nowhere other than under I sit here longing for more than a thought at a time This place is a barnyard circus, lovers and jokers amuck My words will live forever and by forever I mean a month I'm getting' ready for the oven All I know is the rack is flat And it's hot by the looks of the timer Like the way ants know nothing more than …

…Alternative To Slamming Space came spiraling in rhythm It spun and distorted it jumped ahead We're in the back with the matter How many millions of me are sitting How many billions already went to bed The puddle you jumped was a mirror a ground over The subtlety allowing form to pass with time is over our head The things you yelled were only whispered there That is why I left and shut the door