THINKING

I EXPRESS PRESENT THOUGHT IN
SPOKEN WORD AS THE LETTERS CONTINUE
TO CLUTTER MY MIND IN SEARCH OF THE MYSTERIES
VACANTCIES AND SIMPLICITIES OF PEACE,
CHASING WATER FALLS IN UP STREAM RIVERS AND
LOW TIDE LAKES.
SHES THE MOON IN WHICH I HOWL
TO THE ACHING FRUSTRATION MANIFESTING
THOUGHT INTO WORD
INTO ACTION
INTO BEING CRIPPLES ME.
THE GLASS SHATTERING BEHIND SPILLED MILK
SYMBOLICALLY DEFINES THE WORST IS YET TO COME
AND IM THINKING..
MAYBE IM NOT THE RIGHT FIT FOR
THIS PUZZLING EPISODE OF "ONE LIFE TO LIVE"
IN SOLICE.
IN THE TENDERNESS OF THESE MIGHTY HANDS,
I'VE CARESSED HER BURDENS,
HEALING THE SCORNFUL TRIALS OF HER MIND...
AND I'M THINKING...
AFTER THIS MADNESS OF PLACING
THE VALUES OF MY LOYALTY ON THE TABLE,
THE FOUNDATION OF OUR INTIMATCIES
WAS UNSTABLE.
I CAN'T SAY WE WEREN'T GOOD PEOPLE,
BUT TOGETHER WE WEREN'T GOOD...
I SAY CAN I, SHE SAY MAY I,
 I LIKE IT COLD, SHE WANTS IT HOT
IT'S NOT THAT I DIDN'T CARE FOR HER,
I DIDN'T CARE FOR HER INSECURITIES
THE IMPURITIES THAT SEEPS FROM HER
MINDLESS CONCEPTION OF ROMANTICISM...
THE CORTEX OF HER ANATOMY IS GODLY
WHILE THE CORE OF EXISTANCE BREEDS SIN
AS I WASH HER OFF MY SKIN...
EMOTIONALLY SUFFOCATED,
MY SANITY DEPRIVED OF LOVE AND
I'M THINKING