5-15 The Last Poem (For Good- Reprise)

some people say,

yes?, Mr. Snow,

some people say,
he sings leaning over my shoulder,
while my fingers,
are lightly playing the keys,
people come into our lives,

for a reason,
I echo back,
flirting,
only this time,
Mr. Snow puts his hand on my shoulder,
when he has never put his hand on my shoulder,

for a reason, he echoes back to me,
I get up to walk away,
but he whispers to my heart,
singing,
I do believe,

yes?, Mr. Snow,
I do believe,
I reply,
because I knew you,

because I...

who can say?
the piano replies,
when one voice becomes two,
who can say?

Mr. Snow?, I ask.

Yes?

I still believe,
in fairy-tales.

Perhaps, he replies,
for good. 

5-14 In The Final Hour, Mr. Adorable Calls

you're,
from another novel,
another life,
another time,
some other sparrow,
I already cupped,
in the heart of my palm,
counted the breaths between,
and let go,
yes, you are that,
sparrow,
and yet,
when the night ends,
a year and half down the road,
when I feel so incredibly alone,
asleep in the opiate sheets,
of the city of roses,
you are the lullaby,
I hear, singing,
the call,
to fly me,
as if to your arms,
counting the breaths between,
here, and,
home

05-13 Petunia's: The Verse In Which Mr. Behr Says Goodbye.

at the end of our eighth month,
conversation,
Mr. Behr,
they put our table away,
the one,
where I, We sat,
watching the lavender fly between us,
alder and pearl in the sky,
when first we were young to each other,
I would sigh,
when first we were young,
and for each other,
I, We put your hand in mine,
at alder and pearl in the sky,
as I did today,
only this time,
I did not say yes,
I did not say no,
this time,
I did not look away in shame,
to watch the gold turned leaf,
fall, between us,
lavender turned blue,
turned gray, falling,
wanting to stay,
but knowing to leave,
wanting to love you,
but knowing how to leave,
wanting to love,
but not knowing how,
I, from you, fall,
looked away in shame,
at alder and pearl,
when the sky,
between us turned gray with rain,
but this time,
when I looked at you,
I did not say no,
I did not say yes,
I did not say,
when I, We put your hand in mine,
and saw, between us,
spring become summer,
the winter of our rain,
forgiven,
between us, in the sky,
gray turned blue turned
spring in your eyes become,
the amber of summer,
as you, I once more,
put your heart in a glass sculpted palm,
with melted cream and cookie,
calm, while I looked at you,
knowing I would leave,
knowing I would love,
knowing,
I loved you,
knowing,
when you look at me,
you loved me,
you love me,
at alder and pearl,
in the sky turned amber,
when they put our table away,
we, I with you, Mr. Behr,
walked, hand in heart in mine,
away.

5-12 Where Is The F'ing Cheese?

the queen of bedlam,
has smashed my fingers,
between the steering wheel,
of Broadway and Johnston street,
where I am stuck,
in her dry, daisy-plucked lover,
she muses to me, innocently,
I wish it were raining,
but her musings,
are horns,
and flashing lights,
turns signals,
and white cars,
I hate white cars,
and a dredded biker,
happily oblivious to his lollipop ways,
who takes my turn at
every stop sign,
if I didn't live here,
I'd flip him off,
and steal his lollipop,
but the queen is watching,
so I sit, and patiently,
play the pet,
while she rubs my fur the wrong way,
down Lovejoy,
my tail swishing under my ass,
ignoring,
the taxi driver who blows me a fat one,
wondering,
where the f' is the cheese?
she laughs,
parking my time clock of a car,
and leaves me,
blindfolded and gagged,
to wait for her babe, the Minotaur.

5-11 Away, Away, Away

in the confessional of my tent,
I pray the morning to me,
away, away, away,
I pray,
the screaming cattle drive outside,
to me,
away, away, away,
I pray to find the strength,
to lift my head,
and pray,
the night in spurts,
away, away, away,
in the confessional of my tent,
I attempt to fold my hands,
and pray,
but I can't,
because my mind,
has swiveled,
away, away, away.

5-10 Around The Bonfire

there will always be you,
there will always be me,
inside the circle,
outside the circle,
because we,
like you,
like me,
live,
inside the circle,
outside the circle,
where I will always be,
with you,
and you,
will always be,
with me,
and you,

but we never hold hands,
we never hold hands,
we never hold,
inside the circle,
outside the circle,
because we,
like you,
like me,
love,
outside the circle,
inside the circle,
where we never hold hands,
we never holds hands,
never hold,
with you,
with me,
because,
we

will always be,
inside the circle,
outside the circle,
we.

5-9 Husband To Be

what would it be like to be,
married to you,
I often, wonder,
which of us, would be,
the cuter of the two,
or would the pair,
be the affair to declare,
with our wit and our charm,
and your charm and my wit,
with your wit, and my charm,
arm in arm,
two delectable pearls,
two earls, two coy sexy girls,
two in the just right, quite,
queens of the prim of the curls and the trim,
in roses, and poses,
(I've got cute toes-es),
we'd be the creme de la sip,
in the miss of sippippi
the ha and how clever,
in the ha! -oh -my!-thorne,
I would never?
we'd be the oops and the ahh,
of the oh! in the choir,
we'll raise 'em up,
bubble butts higher,
and higher,
and higher,
but let's not get carried away,
after all, it's an umbrella day,
(totes)
but how could we not,
there's so much to say,
when you flirt and I flounce,
and you bounce and I pounce,
and you trounce, and we

well,
um,

sigh, to be married for a day...
what do you say?

husband to be,
one day will you marry me?

5-8 A Year and A Half of Therapy

I take my shirt off.
I am a furry, built man,
who am I,
looking back at me,
desiring,
what have I done,
to take this shirt off,
and become,
this furry, built,
sexy man,
I see,

one year and a half,
of therapy.

I see,
me.

05-7 Unlocked #12 Cursed

I am flesh,
bitten, beneath you,
trembling, when you become,
more man, than monster,
as man and monster,
and I feel you,
as man and monster,
on me, pushing in,
caressing me,
waking in me,
the monster who turns,
to man, to find comfort,
in you when I am more flesh,
than spirit, bitten,
trembling, you push,
hold, and breathe,
the touch, pushing in,
holding, breathing,
I become man,
you become monster,
awake, trembling,
we are both,
man and monster,
and I feel you,
becoming more
monster than man,
and I can't take you
pushing in, holding,
biting, caressing, because
I need a man, more than
I need a monster, and you
desire a man, not a monster,
and I am not sure, we
know who is with us,
now in my flesh,
caressing, pushing in,
trembling, touching,
man or monster,
who?

so I say,
no.

becoming man,
watching a monster,
desire a man,
desire,
touch,
hold,

so I say,

no.

5-6 My Hands Listen

what you need most,
my crazy little sparrow,

is

to hold still,
quiet,
in the palm,
of my hand,
where I hold you,

not a song,
or a note,
or a tune from,
your feathers shake,

in a song,
and a note,
from a tune,
in your eyes awake,

held, still,
in the quiet,
of the palm,
of my hand,
where I listen,

to you,
my crazy little sparrow,
sing.

5-5 In Which Mr. Snow Becomes My Fan

I am a monkey,
in a cage,
there is poop in my hand.

this is a poem,
which rhymes,
and repeats.

I am a monkey,
in a cage,
there is poop in my hand,
it smells bad.

this is a poem,
which rhymes,
and repeats,
and retreats.

I am a monkey,
in a cage,
there is poop in my hand,
it smells bad,
so I fling it,

this is a poem,
which rhymes,
and repeats,
and retreats,
several times,

I am a monkey,
in a cage,
there is poop in my hand,
it smells bad,
so I fling it,
wing it,
at my number one fan.

this is a poem,
which rhymes,
and repeats,
and retreats,
several times,
because I am.

5-4 At The Table

the sweetest man said yes,
but I said no,

quietly to him,
with the sweetest of smiles,
then he said, okay,

but his hand said no,
I had to say yes,

and now,
he smiles sweetly,
leaving,

and I,
leave,
my entrails,
ripped from my stomach,
an incomplete,
feast for the ravens,

endure.

5-3 I Am Only A Child

I am only,

a child in the arms,
of my father,
I don't know,
if you love me,
because I am
physically beautiful,

or
if you want me,
because I am
physically beautiful,
I am only,

a child in the arms,
of my father, I don't
understand, if you,
love me,

because,
I am,
mentally beautiful,
or

if you want me,
because I am mentally,
beautiful to you,
in your arms, I am
only a child,

looking for his father,
I am a child,
beautiful,
but I am,
a child,
mentally,

and you are not,
my father,
do you understand?

I need love,
I need affection,
I need to be told,
I am physically,
beautiful, I am
mentally,
beautiful,
I am capable,
of

being,
loved,
wanted,
by you,

but I don't know,
because,

in your arms,
I am only,
a child,
and the physical man,
you hold, is still,

only a child,
beautiful,
fragile,
afraid.

trust.

5-2 Mother Mine- Mt. Saint Helens

She.

in her temper,
lashes out,
rapes the land,
with her ash driven,
wind-blown fury,
then,

We.

surrender,
as a crumpled piece of paper,
in her trash can,

She.

picks us up, smooths us out,
using green and brown crayons,
tries, traces,
the outline, of who

We.
were, but,
She.

is afraid of us now,
her maw, her rib cage,
her cheeks turned inside out,
burning,

are still screaming,
at,

Us.

in horror, screaming at her,
in horror, but she, we cannot stop,
trying to erase, trace, color over,
hide, that

She.

is mother, and

We.

are her children.

5-1 Happy Hour

it's too early in the season,
to be happy,
yet here we are,
outside in the settling sun,
being.

happy.
I will miss,
the summer here,
when the boys,
come out in a parade,
of fur, muscles, arms,
brawn, and sweat,
during the late hour,
being.

happy,
but this feels good,
today the three of us,
drinking faster,
than we can order,
gin, and ginger, and whiskey,
and salt, more gin, and ginger,
and grapefruit, then tequila,
salt,
being,

happy,
this is my portland summer,
for three hours,
and we smash it into,
ourselves,
appetizers walk by,
and we,
order,

happy.

4-30 Unlocked #10 (Shoulder Series)

the ogre,
traps, snaps,
snacks,
in his arms,
between his knees,
cracking the heads,
of the children,

the troll,
grabs, gags,
boils,
in his arms,
between his knees,
soiling the stomachs,
of the children,

the giant,
bashes, lashes,
plucks,
in his arms,
between his knees,
sucking on the bones,
of the children,

but,
it is,
a man, who,
hugs, holds,
pleases,
in his arms,
between his knees,
who eats the hearts,
of the children.

4-29 Mr. Porter.... Please, I like Pretty Things

mister porter,
like you, I do,
like pretty things,
like you, things,
that swivel and sing,
pretty please,
mister porter,
like you, I do,
like you, pretty,
like you, do, like,
pretty things,
which swivel,
and swing,
and sing,
on your pretty,
white keys,
black and back,
swivel, and sing,
mister porter,
on your back,
in black,
please, like you
I do, pretty,
I do, things,
I do, please,
Mister porter,
swivel, bevel,
and swing, sing,
bevel and swing,
sing, Mister Porter,

please. I like.
pretty things.