Stand back
and let me rise.

Or each glance I throw
will burn through you
like grapefruit acid
spit in both eyes.

I can no longer take the heat,
I am dissipating like the clouds that form each morning
above the Willamette River.

Each morning they are torn apart
and left to there own foolishness.

Soon I too will be an apparition
and you will be pawing at the early winter sky
with all your kitten love.


By the way,

while we are on the topic of love,
my dear,
sweet love,

Too often you expose me,
I am not built for this.

You are the fully risen sun, and I am evaporating.
your warmth, consumes me continuously
and I am finding it difficult to breathe in such an atmosphere.

I am no good at this,
you see…..
I am breaking up.

Wonka Vision couldn’t handle me,

I am gazillion radical molecules
angrily buzzing and dancing,
once again, off beat.

I am just waiting for some sort of highly reactive combustion to take place,

My ions are bouncing between hemispheres,
all my static electricity is climbing ever upward.
Each atom trying to escape this molecular dance of death
before I disappear into the nothingness
of another god damn day.