auditorium

listen to me, people:

I like you best when
your heads look different
ways: to the sky; to your
lover; to the ground.

and I do not like it when
I cannot see your pupils
standing their own ground.

and it does not matter to me
if you want to rest
for the rest
of your lives.

I will be here.

song for a good child, sung by a bad one

sometime someone will come,
take my hand and hum
with me and my mouth,
love me until south.

hum, hum,

and,

hum, hum, hum,

we will be very happy
we will hum very nice
we will act very good
we will live very just.

and,

when someone-and-I's time comes
floating on our looney tunes
together we will go far away
passing the candy clouds on the way...

hum, hum, hum,

cursing the frauds down below,
eating godmade marshmallow.

hum, hum,

i hope...

hum...

claim

factotum
is what your eyes
make you to see
the different things
through the atoms
of miniscule people!

incredible shoes

incredible shoes allow you to take a step
without any help from a friend
and they grab your feet with
the passion of a lover

incredible shoes pour up their
red soul to your tiny toes
then up through your legs, happily
and yes, stop, you cannot!

incredible shoes will think of
you as much as you think
of them; if not, prepare
yourself for their wrath

because they will gladly tramp on you
as they danced along merrily with you.

what i'd like

i'd like to kick you in the stomach,
and shake your hand immediately after;

i'd like to caress your cheek fondly,
then slap the other one with the back of my hand;

i'd like to kiss you, hard,
and, yes, kill you, soft.

Gullssong

Once, there was
An original there.
The very first one.
Someone in the beginnings
Of the humanstory,
One homo sapiens understood:
Something or someone or someplace
Was not here,
But there.

Abstractly she reasoned,
Conceived the concept and gave birth to the word,
And uttered it: THERE!

Hear? The first there in human history:
Maybe to a first sighting of the sea...

written to wake up a spider / in no particular order

wake up, little spider

open your thousand I'z
flex your corrupted joints
crick, crack, test!

wake up, little spider

your ex-lover is looking up on you
to bring rotten meat
which you'll together eat with zest

good morning, little spider

stretch --
on your wiiiiiiiiiiiide web;
spin dreams for few,
nightmares for the rest.