With scattered diamond fragmenting
Like leaves made from things so simply
Pleasing, swirling upon surfaces your
Laugh divided to pieces which I mentally
Snare and care for inside the nurture of
Memory, seventeen syllables maybe? Each
Polished polished, rounded, scattered like
Pebbles over glass, spreading out around
Inside a sound that that has expanded to
Surround a laughter that barely, I see, leaves
Your smile, all the while my eyes sliding over
Paper to escape your presence, instead,
Me carefully curbing, my leash-tightening learning
Curve of barricaded selection
Of red-blushed lush touch of a
Crush � crushed � is this enough?
To untwist � slack they may be � a fission-twist
Addiction to a daydream of a kiss?
An unlimited prescription to frustration/elation sedation?
Extraction of emotion � evacuation of those chemicals
Now plowing through a synapse or two; and now quickened heartbeats
And streets of mine trafficked with
Flower carts, floating hearts, pink/red hues
With the newsboy joyfully extorting: �Jared + You!�
Too bad I twice sacrificed myself to a greater
Life? Lie? A E Oh, You, I
Could be grammatical perfection, a love�s grudged resurrection
Please, though: no hurry. No worries. Don�t worry about me.
If effortlessly your view cuts through me
Reduces me to not one part but two
Or threefourfivesix sectioning the selection, sanctioning
this most ridiculous occasion � so I�m explaining:
like a soccer player with no legs,
It�s an improbable goal.
Whole lines, Sicilian rhymes, steps of poetry
Either Aligheri or Cavalcari, either
Suess or Doughty, either contemporary
Or stained with history � to me,
You be
As easy to avoid as a black hole�s trajectory
A whole gaping maw zerospace draw � all light into you and
I�m the screaming spaceship crew
I�m spiraling clockwise into you
But I�m smiling all the while � all the
Time a smile climbing unwinding like
2 spools worth of thread
all unfurling in my head
unknitting and unwittingly witless when
in a certain sphere of you, my dear.
I hear the needling pleading of my rationality
Receding � clawing against the walls of brain cells
Who regrettably dispense to me the obligatory anti-excitatory
Suppressing depression of inhibitory glory: demanding
Strands of DNA to bend, un-twist away
Before a seratonin-owing certain curtain call to all
My trying romantic ideas: idling until neurons fire: firing
Ten thousand + signs, kinds along the lines of Yes!
Suppressed? For a week, at best, unless my breath catches,
Unlatches death�s caress from a lessened grip which slipped from the stubborn
Insistence of an idea of your lips
Against mine �maybe only
In these rhymes, but time is rational, while my mind is
Decidedly not � ought to take the ball with my hands
Eat the red flag, get ejected from the game and
Run from the playing field in shame,
Storm into the locker room, full of thoughts of you,
Grab my pen and write haikus, while my team loses
Outside the howl of the crowd, I will sit with
A dozen dripping shower heads and allow
My words to come ungraded, my destiny un-fated
To forever swerve when forming a curved verve
Towards your eyes or heart, etc, whatever,
The severed romance does an awkward dance
That I don�t usually do, but for you, I�ll pursue
In my abandoned locker room
With me and my haikus
And you scan the fields
With me still out of view
And the ref screams foul!
And the crowd goes wild!
While I cry, call my mom, and the woman says strongly:
�Honey, fish in the sea, there�ll always be me to return
to when you feel like you need a good meal� or this one girl I know,
oh, she�s so lonely, she�d be perfectly perfectatory!�
�Sweet like sugar?�
�Like cubes in your coffee.�
�Mom, I like mine black.�
�Then don�t call back!�
and the clack of a subtracted long-distance connection
provides time for reflection, before this interjection of a
e-mail cell phone text message inflection
the weight of our words weighs down wires that
tire working overtime to supply ourselves and yours and mine
with sublime touches of crushes
(ok, just mine)
but never mind, even if one-sided-singular-form
because you conjugate my verbs
make sense of conditional tense.
And add my vocab to a total that seizes and leaves me with adjectives:
gentile, femenile, intelligente, divertente,
My intent: they may lend me with i verbi italiani
Since there�s 8 million ways to have an
Italian 1 level of dog-eared, disheveled affection, but in reflection
Just two ways to wade out of the mush of a crush:
A brush with disinterest or the minty-fresh experience
Of a nice, hearty, firm handshake with Death.
Sign here! Well, OK!
If it helps sweep away these silly thoughts that
Are not floating like butterflies, but stinging like bricks
Thrown at your orthodontist while he picks away at your bicuspids this:
Is quite ridiculous, an oral health misfire doesn�t require itself to
Cameo in this poem � let me let this alone, instead:
1. Taking my head.
2. Inserting into cloud.
And smiling all the while that I slide around town
Fluid like sleep in a pipe-dreamer�s dream
Thought and finger-crossed that
this is all what it seems.