WATER SIGN
sometimes
I hate
sensitivity
you
make me
hate
sensitivity
lying aghast
across your
tear-stained
bed
waiting for
that special
someone
special
anyone
and me
so close yet
out
of the picture
that body so lovely
eyes that blaze
waiting
waiting
for who? for
what
I wonder
out of the picture
with this
poem, this poetry,
must have something
to do
YOU ME
you water sign
me water sign
would I could
just dissolve right
into you
first, of course,
panper you, enter you
let you
suit me, fit me,
to a T
all night working religiously
to synchronize, synchromesh
get gears
of love smooth
sailimg
faultless to the touch
zero non-tolerance
spot
and stain-free
SCORPIUS
Last time I saw you
it was middle of November
just after your birthday
you were with someone
who looked alien
on the dark
side of the Moon
Scorpius was at its zenith
and you wwre discussing
telekinesis, expanded
consciousness
and meme
transmission
wbklst I stood quiet
as a Sentinel
unobserved
as I had been through
each of a host of
less
than celestial
shapes
and incarnations
defined by the demeanor each
tragic loss
to survive.
poems 2 die for