2 O'Clock In The Morning.

At 2 o clock in the morning

there is a deeper silence than silence

I listen to the black.

Far away a dog barks.

A tree rustles quietly.

No birds.

The piano music I am listening to is soothing.

Not nearly as calm as the night.

So I turn it off and listen to the stillness.

Of streets and buildings asleep.

What a view to behold:

the city underneath

the grey overcast skies.

Unfathomable and quiet.

Asleep, but awakening

like my love for you.

Jungle Rain

Your love,
like dark clouds.
Pungently moist,
contemplating feeding the
jungle of my heart.

Keep raining, keep raining, I say
so you can become
mindlessly occupied,
like some wandering monkey,
hopping from tree to tree.

Keep raining, keep raining, I say
become lost in the entanglement
of vines,
for you
will never hear the sound
of threatening lumber jacks.

Rain, rain,
clouds more vast.
Rain, rain,
luscious green waves.
Rain, rain,
lost, entangled heart.

Adolescent Angst

Existentialism might seem a bit inappropriate at this stage,

particularly when I have kids hanging from the ceiling fans.

Awkwardly rotating round,

like in a slow motion movie where they romantically run forward towards each other,

But in this classroom context,

only to crush into the train that is my wrath.

My assertive skills are waring thin.

Make the choice:

Be a passenger

or a dead man walking the tracks.

The constant ta-tinking over dead bodies.

You choose not to do the work

Ta-tink

You choose to fail to follow instructions

Ta-tink

Ta-tink

You talk, talk, talk.

Ta-tink

Ta-tink

Ta-tink

My siren has warned you many times:

Enough rocks on the track--

shallow arguments to hinder the passenger's progress.

No more warnings--

we need to move forward to our destination.

Ta-tink

Ta-tink

And the transmission of my train will announce merely

one thing:

"I am fucking over it".

Full steam ahead.

Ta-tink

Ta-tink

Ta-tink

Rain

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In A Different Location

Sleeping early and waking before dawn

What of captivating dreams?

Dreamily you are there,

Yet deep within my subconscious

I know

it is unearthly.

Encapsulated

in a dream,

Grasping air and

ejaculating early.

I wake

in a strange mood.

I think not of

what i have lost.

But the abundance

for all that is to be.