穩 吻

妳 的 頭 髮 , 我 聞 又 聞

妳 的 手 腕 , 我 吻 又 吻

妳 的 真 心 , 我 問 又 問

妳 的 真 心

妳 的 手 腕

妳 的 頭 髮

我 穩 穩 地 讓 文 字 來 照 愛

因 我 無 能 也 無 意 穩 穩 地 擁 有 

Glasses

I was cocky

to venture

‘my glasses are foggin up’

waiting
expecting

sweetly receiving

‘just do this’

as she propped the nerdaphernalia up over my eyes

then closing the gap

to let them fall

over the bridge we made with two foreheads.

alien invasion club

cabin lights on / my way from LGA / cab lights off / my way to MTA / trans-gasm-port-gasm / schisms bridged by the Washington / buy-gasm-sell-gasm / of Washingtonian black box algorithm / yet / chug kool aid to rhythm alien / alien world tout license of innocence / crayolas wince at ponzific excellence / tufts invade each orifice / office fists frozen in claws laws broken / egos masturbate to OWS debate / ids refrigerate without abate / watch from the bush / watch from such cush / poison ivory tower / we can always cower / show our strong suit / any deck we’ll make suit / suits and sex / sex and suits / powerpoint lust / if you must / give in to sado-trichotillomanic hex / fornicate between Park and Lex / to the tune of fapfapfap / on a bed of extruded hair / bald heads bop to wubwubwub / fearless and unaware 

In glorious collaboration with Patrick Cheng

With serendipitous contribution from Christopher Schmidt
And thankful impetus from NYCpoetweet

Meme by Owned.com

11.20.11

Five months six souls
But you're still laughing to my song

You come and you go
But you're still whimpering dearly in my arms

You go and you come

But you're still putting me in my spot

You chitter and you chatter

But you're still waiting for this touch

You chatter and you chitter

But we're still making love
Five months six souls

They come 

They go

But we

We are still making love

Nincomproof

Given: nincompoops exist

Assume: categories exist

Prove: x = nincompoop

Proof:

x: Do you have a boyfriend?

o: I don't do boyfriends.

x: So you just fuck?

o: I fuck men.

x: Well done.

o: You too?

x: God no.

    I fuck women.

o: I don't.

    I make love to women.

Therefore, x = nincompoop

Possibilities:

x = straight male, gay female, bi female

o = bi male, straight male, gay female, bi female

# of possible combinations: 12

N.B. nincompoops may exist outside of x

and somewhere out there, 
my muse continues to make magic, 
glibly and effortlessly, 
as she does in here.

This Obsession with Reality

Nonsensical obsession with Unwise Reality

Not to Realize 

The extent of Reality immersed in Grotesqueness.

Only to be made symmetrical by

Breaking ugly pieces 

Off  

Grotesque hearts

Grotesque faces

Grotesque bodies.

The sole solution to save

the Despicable

the Broken

from itself

and

your eyes.

All that is beautiful lives in Imagination.

You love her,

But you do not know her.

All that is hideous lives in Reality.

You know her,

But you do not love her.

Fantasy is to misinterpret Imagination as Reality

For 

Otherwise, how could so many mate?

And here, 

Beware of Folly.

Wise Reality is to discern Imagination from Reality

For

Otherwise, would you not shun Imagination as well?

Agami Karma

I.

On my back,
Let the scapulas meet,

Meet the mat as well.

Squeeze belly flat into spine,

Bend knees with feet planted,

Hands and arms flat against sides

Straighten adductors and lift,

Lift pelvis into the sky,

She says "Yes, beautiful, and hold and breathe.."

A well-done class,

Echoed with Namastes.

II.

On my back,
Let the scapulas meet,

Meet the bed as well.

Squeeze belly flat into spine,

Bend knees with feet planted,

Hands and arms grip sheets,

Straighten adductors and lift,

Lift pelvis into her eyes,

She says "Yes, beautiful, your back, your ass, your.."

A well-tossed salad,

Dressed with caresses.

The Ocean

Gentle and still, the Ocean rocks in her rocking chair

Carved out of the Earth.

Unprovoked, She is a peaceful lazy creature

A romantic,

Existing to spawn and nurture life.

Deceptive by appearance, the Ocean recalibrates

To the changes of the wind, land, and heat.

The head arbitrator, She flows into crevices

Directing the other forces with graceful unnoticeable power.

Ungraspable and spiking, the Ocean rises from her throne

Swallows the Earth.

Provoked, She is harder than rock

A Spartan,

Cleansing and ridding unnecessary existence.

An Intolerable Intolerance

She orders a milkshake for two, 

My heart floats into a lazy pirouette

Not to stop mid-twirl

By a pair of Lactaid pills

Magically born from her delicate palms,

Now

Moving into aqueous contents of her eyes

To trace my twirls,

Setting off black ripples in an opaque lake. 

She places each pill between parted lips,

My heart draws sine waves with Calypso leaps

Choreographed by her inborn deficiency

Translate into feminine fragility

An intolerance I cannot tolerate

Without

Wrapping her under the skin of my warm palms

To drain into veins,

Immersing her in the red songs of a mighty river.

She meets my wonderment with big doll eyes,

My heart skips and cartwheels brokenly

Out of sync for my inborn deficiency

Translate into unexplainable fragility

An intolerance I cannot tolerate

But for

The hope of a pharmaceutical antidote

To invade the current,

Damming the unbridled flow of an imposing ocean. 

Graphite Dream

Gaze roboticized by energy currents

To

Fro

Preen, focus, Oh a proper doll,

Doll eyes dance with each pixel

Computer

Screen, focus, Oh studious girl.

Robotic gaze of energy currents

Fro

To

Squeeze, sharpen, Oh a proper pencil,

Penciled fingers dance with each stroke

Paper

Release, sharpen, Oh studious boy.

Gaze robotically energetically currently

In

Around

Reel, react, Oh a proper doll squeeze rubber,

Rubbered head erases each pixel, each stroke,

Film

Reels, contract, Oh tenuous graphite dream.

Dedicated to Pon-pon Yeh and the Boy with the Pencil