Love in Entropy

Our passion swells up on sweaty dark rooms
Colored with red hues of my laptop LED
Bathing your love and my plans

In sub atomic randomness

Let me lie on your lap here

For a fleeting second 

As nebulas and black holes 

consume themselves somewhere

We stay still in the dark now

And make plans for an eternity

Penance

Wait

And repentance will come to you

Like the cold creeping through your ankles

All the way up 

Till you can't move

And then you wait 

Some more

Till dat flower on de window

Fades and falls on de snow

Breathe,

Your secrets 

are safe 

Your last witness 

Is dead

Growing Old with Love

Like a song That finishes too soon

And like little pups that grow up

and grow ugly too soon

So is our love soured, my dear

Too soon, too soon

The Lizard

I am with a lizard 

He moves through his walls

Like his backyard 

Little legs and little rhythm 

Pauses and then again

He has secrets to unravel

Behind that wall calendar 

He is probably hungry

And I have been bored

We are alone in this floor tonight

He is suspicious

Of the plans I hatch inside

For lizards. For people.

On some days

We might, however,

Like each other's company

Not talk a lot

That's good conversation

Right there

I think, lizards would be nice to paint

In black and white

If all the colors in the world

Finished one day

Painting the reds in people's eyes

Or the yellow in their teeth

I would draw lizards all day

Large gray lizards on your wall

And let other unsuspecting lizards run

On them all night

At the Station

Waiting at the station

The clock on the wall

Decides to ignore me

A Suitcase and a Cane

With Warm sweaters

And Old pickles 

She said new places are easier

For the blind anyways

Condom and Space

Light years from now

When the earth is melting

Somewhere on my floor

A condom lies a witness

Of all the love tonight

We Scattered in space

Travelling at the speed of light

To reach another me

In another universe

In anothers arms

Waiting to get lucky

One more time

On Death Again

The distant death of a familiar name

Fails to scare me now

Muddies up my little pond though 

Somewhere.

There is too much sadness in this world 

And all of us are bound to lose

Some give up even before they start

Like the still birth of a pregnant woman last night 

If there is an understanding

That the end is a beginning of sorts

I don't buy that crap anyways

And while death lingers in the air

Like the peacock that cries all night here

Or all the little harmless insects 

I crushed last night 

Ample and meaningless .