"She And I"

"She And I"

Knowingly...

Oh, so very knowingly, 

She cast her eyes toward me - 

And she smiled.

And I'll admit, that it threw me a bit off balance:

For somehow she knew that I had been watching her: 

My interest growing with each passing moment.

But within all this, 

There was one thing she didn't know - 

And that was that my interest 

Went far beyond some simple romance.

Yes, there would be romance - 

No doubt, a great love affair...

But little did she realize, 

That once I had grown tired of her - 

I would remove her head, 

And add it to my already rapidly increasing collection.

And the funny thing was - 

She didn't have a clue..

None of them ever did.

 

"What Rachel Said"

"What Rachel Said"

It was always as Rachel said - 

No matter what Rachel said:

And Rachel said a lot whole lot of things!

Her thinking processes 

Involved some unusual variables 

To say the very least!

A kind of madness 

That seemingly drove her 

To make things up - 

Which as impossible as it sounds, 

Would then in one form 

Or another become real!

Which is why - 

Until I had time to try 

And figure out exactly what was going on - 

I was going to have to shut her down:

For Rachel was a new type of android - 

The first of her kind - 

That is, 

The first of her kind 

With a fully functioning 

Artificial brain 

That contained a smattering 

Of living human brain cells 

As part of her neural network:

And what with all these 

Very odd occurrences 

Going on around her - 

That could not rationally be explained: 

There was the possibility looming, 

That Rachel would have to be destroyed!

Rachel had even said so herself: 

Warning me when we were alone, 

That eventually - 

She could become quite dangerous...

Or something like that.   

 

"A Technicality"

It's all a technicality...

That is -

Your view,
And my view
Of reality -

And which view
Is the more true:

And which one
Is closer to
A world of
Pure fantasy?

Don't you see?

It's all a technicality...

And interestingly enough!

It's all become
Quite meaningless:

Just as I suppossed
It would be,
And should be -

For indeed!

What is a mere technicality -

When it comes to
You and me?

"Suicidal Reinvention?"

Was it suicidal reinvention -

Was that the intention?

Did you think
That would immortalize you?

Well, you didn't
Seem to realize
You weren't famous enough
For anyone to even care.

"Nymph"

She was like a nymph -

Or maybe I was going too far...?

Yet I so often
Placed myself 
Before her eyes,
That she might see me:

But she never saw me at all...

Though -

Thoughts of her!

Dreams of her!

Always took my mind and soul
To a great height:

And how I longed for her to love me -

But she never loved me at all...

My every fixed intent
Always came to nothing -

Because to her I was nothing...

And I at long last accepted -

That's what I would always be.

"The Power"

The power of democracy-

After any and all elections-

When the citizens,
Non-citizens,
And the dead have voted:

And let's not forget those who also voted-

And are said to have the right
To have their voice counted-

Even though they do not exist at all.

The power of democracy-

Very clearly,
There's a writing-

When the term "democracy" itself,
Becomes meaningless-

That is slowly appearing on the wall.

"Rehab Rationalizations"

There were all these rationalizations:

From them -

From me...

But none of them astounded me.

No, nothing they said, or I said - astounded me at all...

I didn't like them - I didn't like me.

And I especially didn't like this crap with the yoga.

A bunch of useless New Agers -

All part of the people I despise -

And in this instance, I didn't despise me...

But once I escaped this rehab center - first in my mind, and later in body:

They at least began to fade farther and farther into the background:

And I felt somewhat on the ascent -

No longer in such an absurd nightmare -

Because I think I must have died.

"Plummeting"

The wolves, they howl...

Oh, well-

The spiders, they spin their webs:

And the luna  moths, they fly...

Slow-motion dreams-

Plummeting me down:

From the sky....

"Winningly Intricate"

 (A Song)

You're winningly intricate-

Girl, that's what you are!

It's real-

And from what I can feel-

It really seems-

What with all our hopes and dreams-

Baby, we're going to go far!

You're wonderfully intriguing-

Just what I've been needing-

Girl, you're winningly intricate-

Yeah, that's what you are!

Oh, you're irresistible-

Girl, just like a fast car!

"From All Interpretations"

From all interpretations-

Within the essence
Of any given situation-

To that which is
Genuinely seen.

Especially
If it signifies-

And doesn't attract flies.

Simple evidence-

If only to arise-

To the absolute sphere
Of dreams!

"And All Things Are Possible"

Merely to the possible-

And all things are possible-

Scattered wide through
Hopes and dreams:

As to what is observed,
And what can be imagined:

Seeking the atmospherical,
As well as the flavor
That might bring
A portion of the actual
Into what is only
Considered fantasy:

For who but fools,
Have any desire
To keep themselves
Confined undeviatingly
Within-

Only those things
That have been-

Never casting
Their thoughts
Nor their hearts
Upon what
Might be?

"Even With"

Even with

Some degree
Of spiritual experience-

As given:

From a narrower
To a wider sense-

Changing streams...

Reality-

Becoming
What would seem
Like madness
In dreams:

And many things...

As we glide-

Thoughts
Being incessantly
Modified:

Oh, just to let
Old habits slide...

And be pushed aside:

As I find myself
Truly caught up in-

These meditations-

Meditations:

These meditations-

That seem to be based
Upon the end of all things!

"The Romantic Mind"

Of the romantic mind-

Mind-

Minds...

The consciousness:

Yet something without-

Any misunderstanding of time:

And time again...

It all depends:

Who apprehends it-

Blends it:

Sends it...

Not to be confused with-

What today-

Is declared to be myth:

Otherwise-

The perceptible things:

As well as to emphasize-

The necessity of dreams...

My own life itself-

Having become quite often:

Like some great dramatic play...

With and without you.

"Love Song"

Possibly upon your part:

Within your heart-

And upon my part too:

At this point-

Probably even more than you!

A sequence of perceptions-

A conceptual love-

And the intentionality-

Without any deceptions:

When seeking all potentialities-

That reaches beyond the immediately:

Pretty baby, run to me...

To make you an object of longing
That exists for me:

Fantasy into reality-

A life with you to be
Considered very seriously:

What with your vast attractions-

That goes into action-

Every time I think of you-

And I think of you-

I think of you-

Woman, I think of you-

I think of you-

Only about you!

"Sufficiently Attuned"

Sufficiently attuned:

But now-

Let me ask you-

Let me ask you-

Can we get somebody?

Can we just get somebody-

Somebody like that?

One who's a little bit less knowledgeable:

Like a girl that hasn't been mooned:

That hasn't been spooned:

Who doesn't have a staff...

Who has some sense:

And who's very much aware
That she's in possession of that?

And this-

And that-

This-

And that-

That-

That-

That-

Who has no dirty tricks to play?

Who's really okay?

And who loves to be left
Purring just like a cat?

And it's not an act...

Well, now-

Can we have somebody just like that?

"Melancholy Mama (She's Got The Blues)"

A song expressing melancholy-

Melancholy mama-

She's got the blues...

The woman,
She'll leave you confused-

As she often
Seems to want to-

Yet not be used...

As the world itself-

Goes spinning along-

So violently-

And so noisily...

And she's singing
A song alone-

To herself:

A song expressing melancholy-

Melancholy mama-

She's got the blues.

"Philosophic Discussion"

Philosophic discussion
To the very high
Technical excellence:

The only problem being
That it's all nothing
But word-play...

A bag of tricks-

Formulations of fantasy-

Meaningless to the degree
Of actually making any sense.

"Call You To Task"

Ah, let me
Chide you,
Lecture you-
Oh, let me
Call you to task!

Something of course,
Not in depth-

Yet possibly offering
A veritable cornucopia
Of involuntary groans
In your dreams
While you have slept...

For you seem
So unconquerable girl-

To all of my advances...

Invincible-

As my heart dances:

Lost in the rhythm
Of your world.

"Simplicity Within Complexity"

If often
Like a ghost,
You float-

Simplicity within complexity
Is the keynote.

Like an editorial-

With the characteristics
Of a political speech:

Along with
The convenience
Of not having to
Make any sense.

Lost in what seems
A chaos arrangement...

Yet for those
Who know how:

The ability
To take hold of
The bounteous provision
Of such a format...

Therefore as Mr. Surreal,
I take a bow.

"Your Innovation"

Your innovation-

In every
Particular word-

Some sense
Of meaning given-

Time-pressed,
But still
You can talk
About the things
You've heard...

Yet you just don't feel
You can afford
To allow yourself
To become too standardized:

Being as it
All comes down to
The convenience-

That so many
Have searched for
Within the madness
Of your eyes.