genius

"The force of will to make all the mistakes necessary to get the right answer--that is really the power of genius."
--Michio Kaku

I want to see beneath you, around you and inside.

Can I line your body in ink,
wrap your fingers with curves of my own?
Trace your edges, back and forth,
until I get the lines
just right?
Peel off
your layers
of outer excess,
and paint dewey swirls all over your chest?
Dot your eyes with specks of light...
lover, can I draw you tonight?

This goes out to/ the one I /ruin/ goes out to the one I /love

Beauty is my
weakness my
undoing my
destruction it
will surely be
the end of me
because it's all I see
in you.

Good night, Blogger.

Wow I need to go to sleep.
It's already 3:22 a.m., Monday, March 1, 2010.
Good night, moon.
Good night, brain.

[I wish I had an off-switch.]

I was looking out the window one night when I saw the truth and the lies, and feared I did not know the difference

The walls of this room
baracade me in-
my fortress, my
destruction.

They warp and bend,
standing white and
rigid before me,
allowing in only
patches of
light.

Their peep holes gazing
down at me,
laugh.

They hold me
in as we float, rough and tumbling,
smooth as glass through the universe.

...These walls suck the life right
out of me;
they suck the life right out.

A few poems I'm bending around about the Indian god, Kama

Oh,
Kama...
why must you torture me so?

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Kama,
is that you?
Or just an unfamiliar wind...?

A wind I stirred myself,
long before the world
had taught me any better,
about what it's like
to spend these nights
alone--
stretched out weary on an endless bed of
black?

me again

I think in stanzas.