she is red

30 feet tall

a paper doll

my paper doll

i call her brenda

but everybody else calls her chopstick.

 

she’s better than any steak

you could eat.

in fact

not one ounce of her content is flesh,

she was pulpy

and wet

now she’s just stiff

and easily crinkled

bordering frail

not a bad deal though

if your planning on eating her

and rolling her into little

balls

to throw at your friends

 

passageways

restricted by alien beings

which i ingest

happily

the ends becoming the means

the first spark

igniting your long forgotten

fire friends

some call them beasts

a label i’ve come to love.

a table

set for two,

so we sit,

and read poetry

simultaneously

our skills

honed so delicately

we give

and take

listening while telling

telling while listening

tales

your words

ignite my own

and my own become instant feedback

retreat, attack, retreat, attack

purpose

drops away like happily falling rain

free

as unbraziered breasts

tasting the breath

as you slowly inhale

pausing

before the next

which inevitably comes

draped over the

uncalculating day

ink stained sheets

eyes meeting again,

“this is the best”

you relate as i

absorb sugar coated

delivery callibrated

perfectly

in millions of colors

drool drips daintily

from bottom lip

you lunge to catch

and sip

hungrily

teasing pool swirls on tongue

creatures, every last one

from start to finish we open their

cold adult eyes like dennis the menace.

this one

true love

is a festival of the senses

one that never ends with the corporealy

clouded chaos of a

complete sentence

take these pills, and don’t call me in the morning

stay up all night

and write nonsense until you pen hand is bleeding

ever injecting mind boggeling mystery called air

can you stand?

30 feet tall

and hold your antane like arms to the heavenly abyss?

tricked like gilligain

again

regress into nothingess.

regress, then slink

like worm

inch by inch

to the place where sanity supposedly sits

but the closer you get

the less sane she seems

she

shooting appropriatley proportioned poisened arrows

into your constantly opening heart.

hmmmmmmmmmm

a good place to start

it seems, so you begin

again

this time it is you who falls

from rain cloud

absorbing into chocolatey soil

giving roots the mystery called water

blank blank strut stride emit noise glitch

go ahead trick me pwease

if it eases tired legs

so demanding

yet rewarding- you fall to the floor

and beg- eyes ignite words become

dancing blurs

that evaporate from human site

tempting

tall tale teller

tempting, but,  lasting forever?

question

then violin woman steps to stage

quelling urges

she

4 feet tall in platformed heels

too slowly

bloom

blossoming into dr. suess statue

i worship this

beast

empty ego

cease

empty memories

release

sit on stage

set up stand

fragrant flowers explode

in untainted nose.