The love hates relationship
been here since way before,
although 'tis I feel it mostly
as magnified suns upon me
Pain for my every existence
is needing to have me gone,
like pushin' up fresh flowers
reneging and taking 'em out
Poems
I'm at the bottom of it,
and it feels really good
Gritty like fine particles of coral reef,
eroded and swaying in a tidal swing
Gooey like a floating piece of fish gut
my torn, decaying, pressurized thing
No I'm not lonely I'm only horny
I err by driven desire yea it's true
Can you please keep your grubby
off my red hot, flaming personal?
You shouldn't have asked me that
you're naught what my boners do!
Oh, send me a poem, dear hearts my love
please email here upon blues skies azure
For your poem's alive, and lives in a well
'pon an ocean of emotional feelings I felt
Although I do grandly admire
all of this singles shrewdness
of great egos protecting itself
I don't wanna be no cruel one
or multi-celled bio-organism!
Cooking for my family, a house with only one
me all by myself, feeding hungry, prodigy son
I chef with equal caring, I'd give to every soul
but come time for seconds, I'm the only bowl!
In each matter of my synopses
at the center of every synapses
my transmissions are attached
via receptionists 'pon this desk
In living bullseye of all my axis
at the heart of important axons
all nerve signals are connected
to quite specific recipients cells
In black-n-white of my magical
at the cores of miraculous greys
a bio-electrochemical computer
'tis where my poem living stays
An instinct wants me near you
my intuition explains the need
two huge I think of you posters
framed in forget-me-not seeds!
Yeah, it'll be a heart attack
just like twin brother said,
jokes about balloon hearts
done funny when I'm dead
In the captain's chair of a rocket ship
scrunched down with a g force punch
teeth clenched on old insult's injuries
as Doc Torrance tics slobber my lunch
