fetters

flailing away, nothing left inside
where is my mind?
give credit where it's due,
but let things rest in peace
not in pieces.

in your last days,
do you see me in your life?
do i flash before your eyes,
like pictures, snapshots
taken without care?

the essence of life
is bottled and sold
when love is lost
and woe is me.

rattle the chains
on your fetters
let me know
how i can aid
you when you love.

on my mind

twigs digging into my back
feel harsh but bring me closer
to the reality, to the life
i choose to be living...
that is, in the moment.

losing things with you inside me
plunging into the frigidity
of the lake that is my being
pulling apart the membrane
of two separate people

to become one, together.

sand in my teeth,
under my nails, and
on my mind all the time
since you were with me
for the first time.

i'll be in the sky, waiting forever
for your hungry kiss...
as you push me against a wall
that embraces me in return
for the love i can give out.

wish i had been with you last night.

ditties

it's true - you got me
in an octopus' garden
let me just float on
and don't cry for me
unless bowie's in space

i'm a virgin...but not
quite when you were mine.
i really wanna hold your hand.
let the manhole of my sighs
show that i'm just like a woman.

i know you can satisfy my soul
wouldn't it be nice if instead of
all along the watchtower, i saw
the twisted faces at last...
instead we could be love's proof

it ain't me babe. it ain't me.

chazen

originality is all relative

obvious statement
yes
but true nonetheless

can nobody find anything
new to create anymore?

people work and work,
slaving away,
selling themselves
for recreations
and duplications

of the old masters,
one way or another.

michelangelo
rafael
botticelli
rubens
van gogh

where does it end?
when can we make something
of ourselves
and leave others well alone?

the denoument of one's life
leaves much to the imagination
but little that is actually achieved.

hollow

walk away from me, lover
peel away the layers
strip down to nothing
and let it all out

out into the world at large

spew your thoughts
onto the pavement
letting them splash when they hit
the puddles of crushed hope
strewn around me

sic your unwanted urges
and superfluous feelings
on the hoax that is my life

leaving an empty shell
in the now hollow place
where my mind once was.

i challenge you to
fill me up with yourself.

coverage

peering out from the darkness
you can hear me before i see you

with your clear eyes and
your shock of light hair,
i need no help from my friends
to recognize you for who you are

a devil in satanist's clothing
a whore in a lover's disguise
a grasshopper acting as teacher

a shriveled up, wizened old man
with nothing better to do than hurt -

me.

i cannot help but see ghosts
whenever i hear your name
and pray that i believe in a god
when all hope is lost

but no god appears
and none ever has.

between

her glistening eyes
open themselves to anyone
windows to nowhere
special at all.

embrace the infinite
ever-flowing lifeblood
gushing outward,
from me to you to her to them

you heat up the place
nestled between her legs
and under her skirt
and in your hands

where did we lose it?
nowhere...anywhere
in the mind
in the body

flesh to flesh
never feeling
always touching
and always groping
for more

but never truly receiving what is desired.