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?