i only dream of you when i been drinkin

wake up, perplexed. how are you still in here
when you've moved so far past where i live?

used to love that, visits with the dead and gone.
now i want to rip the image in half, brush it onto
a sunset decoupage , toss it into one of these
drawers where all my pasts moulder.

you tell me to embrace the erotic sans flesh.
i insist i'm not that evolved. but i am eloved
and that has to be enough. bad chosens reiterate
into now. you could have loved me, once

but you didn't. now i'm voice of unrequited
while you go off in search of reunited. the ironies
multiply across the next us zone. my writing spins
out as untagged grafiti. memesque. i'm happy

it's almost warm enough for the beach
but not so warm it's a bath.

i'll never ever
ever understand men. and i'm getting to the point
where i'm no fun anymore
i am sorry.
i wanted to know you.but
i guess i do. you said deep
and i concurred. what i didn't
understand
is how you stay that way.
dive man, dive into what ails you
keeps you flat on the surface.

no one can handle
the truth of someone else. it's ok,

i'm like fire that fades
without consumption.
compatibility takes a bit of working thru,
a dance of left foot right foot.
surely there is some
mountain of wikinfo that goes
into this, albeit in a comic book way.

if i hadn't felt
the flame i would have stayed
in my bed.
that's a truth that kindles
lighthearted and deciduous
thru slats on the side of the road.
tissue thin and contemptible
are desires borne in flesh.
they fade at frosts and crackle
in the burning summer.

time is an essence few wish to share.
your problems remain yours
and mine are mine. poisons
divide us. they look
like asphalt streets and concrete, smell
like the price of gas or a trip
to the moon. it's ok. i'll never
understand men. soon
i will cease to desire that. looking
forward to the fade. you teach me how,
simply by remaining what you are.
don't ever change.