Thursday, March 27, 2014

The wilderness within me.

I burn them in my heart
tossing them upon the fire
within
to keep my love burning.
Brunette, Blonde, and Coal-black; hair
sizzling as they combust,
releasing tongues that gobble up
their selves.

Age means nothing. The oldest
thrown there are both burned
to ash
or great logs
ready to crackle into the
night for decades hence,
fed by memories.

I see the colors clash, orange and
blue and green all flickering
up flames from the respective
souls I Immolate.
They never fully drown each-other
out though each has flared
brighter
in its time.

I need these lights, dangerous
in their destruction as I sit
in a bubble, wrapped
in darkness.
My own soul huddles closer to
the coals as it
runs low,
smoking.

Perhaps some facsimile of me
burns in someone else's fire
somewhere, and this thought
warms me.

Monday, March 10, 2014

Life

Green follows them like
a shadow and quickly overtakes them;
it quickly surrounds them in a green circle.
This circle appears and disappears quickly,
holding them together in a circle fleetingly and
today I think they like-like Green.

Nobody  I like quickly has green.
Green and the like
desert them that I like and
desire and circle around them.
A circle, like a whirlpool, green doesn't quickly
spiral down. As quickly I forget them and the slow circle.

Rush quickly and circle
the right answer. Remember like yesterday.  Circle letters.  Green
circles weeks later correct me.  I hate them.  Write quickly.
 face green with envy seeing people on the green grass like
they have no worries and  I want to be like them.
I might join them if I finish quickly.  Just one more page and...

Us or them, we circle each-other and
quickly commence our battle.  Once green, the field we circle.
Our feet pound and we quickly churn up mud with them.
Play like war.  War-like play.  Shins stained green.
Green jerseys for them, red like
blood for us.  Black and white circle kicked fast and chased quickly.

A bright circle of green lets us roll quickly.
I speak to them like usual and
we pass another green light.  Conversation lulls and I like
to quickly compose my thoughts.  I watch them and thoughts circle
my head like a fish in a bowl.  Quickly we decelerate. Green
lights turn yellow and circle back through red as I talk to them.

You eat them because they're healthy and you like them,
pushing them in a circle before scarfing them down quickly.
I like the circle, but the dull green
taste of them quickly spoils my appetite and
I quickly excuse myself and circle
the buffet, avoiding the green peas for the green jello I do like.

To be like them
is to circle endlessly while quickly
forgetting and indoctrinating those who are still green.