Colorless Green Ideas

The road bent up around me and flying above the ground my wet fur froze and the wheel released skidding across the mountain road Ten miles out in raining ice the air cracked open wide and let me in I gnashed my teeth and my body went soft but the ground did not yield I rolled when I hit and it felt like I was coming apart for the second time And in the universe next door a nun's habit flew off as she rode up the hill the driver careful looking into each intersection his soft, failing eyes - at last, reshaping and reforming themselves forced to search and once found to evaluate the danger that exists in all cars to someone on a motorcycle they travel in their shining metal eyes dull seeing and not seeing and all will kill you But the road holds its own black surface and pothole and so see everything make your eyes focus outward and strong you execute your plan and in a universe next door a siren wails and the torn, misshappen body o...

1. Dance 2. Writhe 3. Jump 4. Drive 5. Fly

Most of the universe is a void. Black nothing. It's cold, and not alot of fun. Sure, things happen out there.But to an earth bound species, whose lower tracts still teem with symbiotic bacillus, and are bound to consuming organic food in a 1 g gravity field in order to survive - the void and weightlessness tend to force our hand and make it difficult for us to have birthday parties where you can blow out all the candles on the cake without igniting an oxygen tank somewhere. Within that void, I am sure the forces of asexuality are alive. Sexuality is an important part of humanity: without it, there would be no Bettie Page. * shiver * Hatred, however, is a driving force. Like love, hatred has an agenda, and specifics. Where love brings people together, hatred drives them apart as fast as it can. It's the manager's special at kroger, gas station sushi of the partially hydrogenated grocery store from hell. There are alot of images that center around hatred. Horned dev...

Nick no matter how much the natural world with all its rabbits and birds and squirrels can be cute overload a black snake wending its way up the trunk of a tree is between you and me creepy

I am imagining you without clothes I like what I see I picture you underneath the sky stars shimmering white earth beneath your feet Sometimes at night I dream of you without clothes the faint scar beneath your breast my imagination tracing your form recognizing every change And at high speed sometimes again I cannot bring myself to look upon you not so much by form but from memory and concentration the plan tearing itself from its controls I pilot homeward The wind pulling at our clothes Your pants fall to the ground Where they belong

I can because I try I can because I am I can because you are I can because the sun shines upon the brave Sure I make mistakes who doesn't? but the good thing about you and I is that we try

I cannot let go I think it is because as EE Cummings would have said thesensualfeeloflife doesnotleavemelongenough I know my nerveless grasp one day will relax But not now It's not safe With you There is complexity and parasympathetic sexuality a nervous tension I am not familiar with but you smell good and you tastevenbetter and you are the reason if anyoneeverneededone that I am a hopeless romantic and from eros and chaos and dark winged night Hesiodsayswecame andhesidosayswewillreturn and the pilot strong who knows the waters carries on that my soul is I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyes to dash against darkness unless you love someone nothing else makes sense

Confession is good for the soul so much of life as an adult is built upon the shattered ground where ee cummings laid down beside the spring chicken and the red wheelbarrow covered with rain honesty brings us together and tells us where we stand The will to fight can be found in anything except of course Cats Never mistaken for urge to kill We are walking from Hell to Higher Ground that keeps a homeopathic remembrance of people who died taking their own advice like Walt Disney, frozen in ice murmuring in his sleep So vault across the timeless reach and smuggle my brain in a genetically engineered uterus connect me to computers and social media that has no way of becoming Light from Dark take me to the blind side and take the time to look at where we are going and how far we've come And thank God for women with heart who save you and me and everyone else from the nothing we have become