Lost & Found

They were lost

Like two balls of energy

That never belonged

Anywhere

—

Even though

She refuses to accept

That she’s energy

And that’s probably

Because she is entirely her

And nothing else

Poetic 

Or in any way metaphysical

—

But he thought that they were

—

And they were lost

And then

They met

And even though

They didn’t know each other

they found each other

—

And in a cosmic sort of way

In a very anti-climactic

Almost boring

Kind of way

They now belong

—

They don’t know to what

Or how

Or if they’re even the cause of it

—

But somehow

In some sort of way

—

They both exist in the same realm

And maybe

Just maybe

They were found 

Measuring Time

 That moment

When the present

Collapses onto the future

And the future 

Melts into the past

Making one 

Very simple

Unit of time

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Her

***

Making me 

A time traveler

And her 

My destination

And the world

Just another stop on the route

To a place where 

Her smile is the sun

And all the other stars

Her servants

And this moment

That moment

The Individual Sum of the Collective Values of the Concept of Sexy

Do you do you know 

what really turns me on?

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Irregular plurals

***

Like 

indexes 

theses

***

What 

really 

really 

turns me on 

Is plurals like

syllabi 

or you know 

which one really gets me

stimuli

***

It’s like the greater sum of the seemingly conceptually identical parts is way larger and sexier than the individual parts that make it up 

***

Than they could ever be each on its own

***

Kind of like humanity

***

Language, man 

language 

***

So damn hot

***

what a fucking mistress.

The Grand Scheme Of The Little Things

The problem

Quite frankly is

When you want something

Is not in line with

When you need something

And that in itself 

Doesn’t go with

What you desire

Or if what you need

Goes against what you long for

Because those can sometimes

Align

Sometimes

Not

And the biggest problem

Is when you work hard

To earn the right 

To deserve something

That you 

Want

Need

Desire

Long for

Have to want

And want to need it

And after all that

It turns out

It’s right here

***

And you realize that

Having something 

Sometimes

Is exactly

The end of it all

The Girl At The Shawarma Place

She stood

Calm and beautiful 

Behind the counter

Between customers

Utterly uninterested in anything

***

Life

At that particular juncture in time

In space

Seemed so very uninteresting to her

***

Her face was serene

Her Stature very sure 

Her demeanor non existent

***

This was a shawarma place

Serving delights of food

And she was so very un-delighted

Staring at the soda fridge

As if it had the answer to a rhetorical 

Question she never asked

***

I was lost in her blank expression

As if her face was a planet 

Where time never existed

And my person

Was as transfixed as ever

Lost in the landscape

Of a glimpse 

Of what a beautiful girl looks like

The Quest For Life’s Most Mysterious Truths

I’ve been trying to 

Study what she is

But there seems to be no answer

Only clues

And a whole bunch

Of speculation

***

But my gut tells me

That she’s

A universe of 

Conundrums

Of criss crossed

Features 

Ranging from 

The absolutely beautiful

To the 

Extremely neurotic

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An endless equation 

Of unsolvable math

And lawless physics

***

She’s like science

Without the science

Like philosophy

But without all the metaphysics

***

Her eyes are

A whole new genre of fiction

***

her face 

The future

Her brain

A mystery 

So why even bother

Because the rest, 

As they say,

Is history

The Nature Of Water

She’s the girl 

To his boy

The ink to his pen

And the pen to his paper

***

The timing is all screwd up

He let her soul go

And it got tangled with another

But he knows

That

They belong together

The way two souls do

He and she

Him and her

***

once upon a time

He vanished

For being lost

Or some such non sense

***

It’s inexcusable 

Utterly horrible

Yet

She forgave him

And the waves left the shore

***

He was reduced

To sand grains

His life

A drying moment

Thirsty for his sweat heart

Sea water

***

But he forgot

That even the sea

With its perpetual revisits

To the shore

Must shrink sometimes 

When it’s winter

And the cold is inevitable

***

It’s scary 

And cold

And wet 

And dark

***

But the sun always

Shines again

And the waves always 

Come back

***

But he’s afraid 

That before his wave comes

Back

Another might come

And pull the grains away

Into sea

And then she comes back

And he’s not there

Or he’s there

But she never comes back

***

But that’s the nature of the water

And the moon

And lovers

***

He thought

The Story Of Her Face

In her eyes

You see a thousand years 

Of living

And giving

And loving

A thousand years

Of melancholy

***

Her lips tell you stories

***

They move

Without sound 

***

You hear her heart beat

Knocking the doors of yours

And finding no answer

***

Why do we all do it

Learn from it

But then fall for the same 

knock on the door

Which makes her run to it

***

She opens it

And no one is standing there

***

It was a tree 

Flirting with a window

In the darkness of the night

The darkness of the heart

***

A million days go by 

And still

Her ancient eyes tell 

The same story

***

The story of a wounded heart

And a soul

Longing for a breath

A Very Short Story, Long

All around the world

All the different places

Inside all the pillows

Beside all the toasters

Under all the trees

And above all the roof tops

There was this feeling

Attached to a human body

And the feeling

Was mysterious

And the body belonged to a brain

Inside that brain

There lied millions of synopses

And all of those synopses

Light up 

When she shows up

In a dress

Or in pajamas

And he realized

At that moment

That life can be very long

But she compressed time

By showing him

The meaning of a hug

A Very Long Story, Short

All

You

Need

To 

Know

About 

Life

Is

This:

At the end

You die.