Colorless Green Ideas

Here On the Eve of Halloween My greatest Fear is that I am not in love with an angel nor that she has guided me my entire life with gentle grace and beauty and that I have given my heart to someone who does not love me As darkness approaches and monsters come knocking upon my door I will hand out baked cookies and gum and chocolate But in my soul that has been bound to her I wait A crown upon my head a chair my arms held fast to a throne that resembles a broken chair White linen cloth A single light bulb overhead Does She touch up in the mirror And then close the door Leave me lying here Your favorite darkness - and then a knock upon the door like the tell tale heart And I hand candy to a Christian Zombie Vampire and a half decayed avatar of a professional Golfer A faerie and one kid that looks vaguely like Mitt Romney

God's Secret Was Always That He Had A Wife They had A Way About Them That Really Worked They Were The Only Two People The first In The Universe SoIt WorkedOutfine andThelordSaidLetthereBeLight and so she smiled and there was light I Think A Woman is always justabitcurious to know if you really believe she is the only woman in the world But always happy to find that she really is Pleasedon'tgetangrywithmethatIhavefallen becauseIhavefallenforawoman andthereareworseplacestobe thaninherarms (it makes the pain go away) (and the nights warm) (which, if your job) (is to create the world) (might be morefunthannetflix ) you see So much depends upon initial conditions Ihavelovedandlostorareyou gone you beautifulcreativewoman ImissyoumoreThanlife Iwantyouwithmealways justlikethesillysong [so much of a wedding is unique] [the invitation is written on special paper] [with special ink] Lots of special food and the ceremony really means someth...

voice hunt-group 102 parallel final 37012 list 44202,44212,44222 timeout 252 pilot 37952 ephone-Hope longest idle Faith Charity When we set aside which is greater hope becomes the last to be saved first to go last to know Hope is a house of cards that folded when mankind was born Blown to the wind and destroyed the million reasons why you and I Should not exist In my mind I am in a shed in the backyard A blue light glows through the branches of 200 year old trees that rain acorns down upon its metal roof whispering in the rafters full of mouse shit and spiderwebs That tonight You and I spoke or was it SMS or a post. Who cares. You pulled a piece of my soul out and left a warm place for a cactus to grow. I learn not to read the things that should not be rote Tonight it will be very cold and there is no heater in the shed in the backyard floating upon a selfless void that burns cold in black flame Like the twisted white hot met...

I heard today that you scored one hundred on a poem you wrote on a blog for school I heard today that you wrote it on childhood not saying anything another word so. cool. For some strange reason I am not curious I feel like whatever you've written is good I guess it doesn't matter A father eventually gets replaced Then again So does a mother And the arguments you have with her mark a time and place where you're glad not to say What you've written or who you are I heard today you wanted to become a pediatrician where before you wanted to be a mathematician You gave exact statistics on how much they make but when I asked you if you liked biology you shook your head I didn't ask if you could ever visualize Losing a patient so small I heard today you didn't want to go to church with us but you did anyway And we played trunk or treat somehow it all worked out We grabbed the feet of a little week old child and those...

Be tender. Remind her what love is.

I feel an inability to feel Seeing you again brought something within something I'd forgotten curled up dead and left for rotten I am water and trace chemicals But each and every atom every element of yesterday's triumph every trace of winning and losing and delusion and dust now lights up for you in the darkness And when you hang up the phone I am alone I have no mouth and I must scream You and I and all of us are citizen of two nations our own and France Resurrection to higher beings is an inconvenience they gain eternal life sometimes bear vice that they no longer remember how to reproduce Once upon a Universe And so they play a game using the bible as source code they play an avatar searching hunting dreamlike And there you are ghostlike Floating next to you The torn off head of a barbie doll that detonates into flame and burns We travel on Set the controls For the heart of the sun Virgin Mary in stained glas...