(Poem-"I Saw")

Is it actually summer? Staring out my window @ work like all these new things aren't new-besides the cleaner desk and posted grades. Looking forward to a gorgeous 3day weekend on the water and by the pool (boat to myself), and making up vacations to take time off. Damn, I think we're adults now. Who cares-they say its summer?

AND, here's a new(ish) piece of mine, w/ working title...


" There you were when, when it, it began to bite you,
With the popping bubbles of the vase bottom-
The sticky mortar of every pill and drink and gaping wound.
And each shrunk-muscle convulsed in such a way,
That you tw-twitched against the music.
Reverberated. Detached to the corner of the room.

In the corner of the room-they were already leaving you.
With the anxious questions you kept repeating-
Kept repeating,

Kept repeating, under screeched tones-
The frantic pattern of noiseless begging.
Out of control, they made you;

Just another Frankenstein for no amusement.


And still off to the side he was watching you;
Soaking and salivating the skin of our genes-
Cause everything you did was great,
Every one of your gears were beginning to riot red.

And everyone you loved was lost.

And on, he kept sucking, down, all the view of it, down-
Into the place where they tinkered the wires-
With lines long past straight-
His own broken nightmare staring back.
And he's wanting you to just pretend-

That you can live to have a Dead man's life.

And he's wanting you to just give in-

To what shakes awake in your cold sweats.

And he's wanting you.
Rubbing the fingernails together in his pocket

That still have their traces of, their traces inside of me."