He has stolen my heart
Never to return it
He is my sun, my moon
My Isosceles triangle
The sun rises and sets
The moon waxes and wanes
Both traverse their daily paths across the sky
My heart lies shattered in his hands
He dismisses my heart with a dusting of his hands
A million ruby red crystals fall to the floor
And i grow a new heart

I pick up a shard
Of that ruby red crystal
Plunge it deep into my chest
Arteries burst
Blood-a-flowing
The gaping wound
Closes over
A scar in the shape of a Red Right Hand
Remains

Softly, the zephyr blows a cyclone this way
Full of information bursting
The internet has caught the cyclone's fancy
But the cyclone is too fast
Much is swept away by the cyclone's velocity
Many others cling desperately to their minds
The cyclone hacks ceaselessly
The people scream for mercy
Sobriety the cyclone does not lack
Therein lies the cyclone's vulnerability
But forevermore, the cyclone shall continue to be.

With pseudo-random order
He stealthily sneaks past
Striding along with a pseudo-evil gaze
He withers the hardiest of men
Zoom lens and all
He comes charging a-pseudo-ly
Only to bump his head
Rendering self unconscious

Blood curdles
All the better to eat...
Pervasive evil rising
From the darkest, deepest bowels of the earth it comes
A carrion trail it leaves
While she bounces in catatonia
The curtain falls
Finality that death cannot match
The omega, the end.

Cryptically cool Junkfood
Composing a catatonic cow
Chicken nourishing Junkfood
Junkfood and Froggie: e-mail exchanges
Faye-love Junkfood
Two together cause puke sky high
Jenny her name is not
Junkfood CDs piled beyond sight
Sunset -- Cow decomposes

The alpha and omega
Experience a fusion of minds
On occasion
The alpha fears to acknowledge
But this is so
The omega chuckles evilly

From the lazy, hazy, dazy mists of time
A pseudo creature emerges
Proud and tall it stands
Trenchcoat adorned and resplendent in its stance
Replete with novel
And glass of warm blood
A work function incomplete
Idle
Time enough to goofey en masse
Working by day
Flying by night
'Tis fresh blood it seeks
:[~
In silly car it returns to darkness

Rain dribbling down the window pane
Eyes parched yet poised to cry
Sun struggles to shine through
Wind howling and lamenting in the path of trees
For all but one, life continues regardless
Mind a jingle-jangle of thoughts
The sweet voice of an angel whispers in my ear
She too is sad but happy
Raindrops look like shards of glass on the window pane
They pierce
Rhythmic mutterings of the train
Heighten the passage of time
Asphyxiation is my friend
Heart is bleeding elsewhere
Mind ponders the absurd
As ink in green bears record

Lethargy in the wind
The child lets not the wind sleep
Emotions mutual yet exclusive
Insecurity abound in the child
Selfish child
Foolish child
The wind waits for none--it blows away