Waiting for Venus

thinking time
                 and tinkering
Amy
       her hair was perfect
thinking Amy
                      coveting her
sitting anywhere
she is here

I am contemplating
Amy
thinking her
and I am sitting here
thinking her
split-second vision of moment
coming
near

she appears

we have a juice
and i think
Amy

what time is it on Venus?

I want too,
but then she goes

gone gone gone

Perfect Girl

why would I love you
more than I would want you
love you
like I could want you
why would I want you
more than I could love you
like I would want you
more than I could want you

perhaps

more than I could love you
like I would love you
more than I will want too
more than that
I
can never have you

H. Finn

life is just
an unfortunate series
of fortunes
and misfortunes,
genuine moments
and forgettable
lyrics


H. Finn it is

those of evenings

when everyone spoke
to everyone
but then
listened like a lizard

something uttered

within the tether
worshiped and lifted

it,

H. Finn it is

submitting to Saturdays
when all group to eat
devour
talk and meet
then dine and drink
to look and think

 H. Finn, H. Finn

life is just an unfortunate
series of fortunes

when i see her

this is what i think!

Worm in a Can

i wiggled to no avail
darkness no thought
just confinement

i cannot get to it
but i am contained
certain i feel

there is
pain in a can
unlike anyone feels
because i put me here
Alone

Petal

beautiful mind
such soft youth

writing chess
and playing poetry

gone is its petal
this thistle
this flower of life

its flame which rose
strikes Thor

his Hammer
now lies
lone
        gone
solitude
its quiet striking bells

banging holy,

reverent tears drop
after all disappear

everyone leaving
going home
now

writing chess
and playing poetry

democracy

it was only the dog
and me
and her
or I mean it was her
and us
a democracy

like two countries
we were Risk
and high as high can be
it was nearly Almighty

in between Ham
and mustard
and cheese
is the sandwich

it was only the dog
and me and her
looking up at Stars
searching like me

Odd what we would see
to want to feel
is really
democracy

Beatrice

Beatrice ...

i think i'll just sit
and consume
lobster
dipped
melted in butter
alone on a beach


I don't think this switch
is on or off
without knowing first
if this lamp is on or off
to begin

some rock and sand
sea grass hiding me
concealed from reality
a four letter leaf
alone on a bench

Beatrice ...

I think i'll just sit
and consume
more

in my mind

alone
on a beach
walking
she stands
by the perfect sand
palms and body to the sky

everything is perfect
in heaven

until you see her
and
you know you are not
perfect

nor is heaven
without her