You cannot have them
because they're all yours,
your daughters. But
you have Eve!
You cannot have them
because they're all yours,
your sisters. But
you have Eve.
You cannot have them
because they're all yours,
your sons. But
you have Adam!
You cannot have them
because they're all yours,
your brothers. But
you have Adam.
Randomness
can only be
created by man.
It does not evolve.
It can only be
evolved.
It is not random.
It can only be
randomed.
A little here,
a little there—
it’s the fun—
the game.
Too much salt—
resignation, death,
the end of
the game.
One year ago, "is it a yes..."
I said on knees on floor...
One year later, it is a yes
she said, again, for sure.
One more year, "I'd do this"
I said -- with or without the knee
with or without the floor, but a kiss
should drag us both to the knee.
It would be another year, of yes
on this day then, it too to yield
to another and another sees
a bond of two that stainless steel.
Bring on another year, of yes
for the two yeses are but one
for I was a yes before I sought yes
and the yes I got is this very one.
Bring on one more year, of yes
this day, with or without the knee
with or without the floor, let the kiss
drag us both to the very knee.
it's about
it's about
it's about
it's about
managing the foam
managing the foam
managing the foam
managing the foam
keep working it back in
keep working it back in
keep working it back in
keep working it back in
when the flavor pops
and the yuka forms
then you know you're done
it's about
it's about
it's about
it's about
You hold my woman in your bosom,
who won’t resist me.
Her leaping, when I held my palm
there was your heartbeat racing.
But you resist me.
You hold my woman in your bosom,
but you don’t know her so.
You think you do, she’s in you after all,
but ask questions of coincidences...
And you’ll see you don’t.
Why'd she bring you to the median strip
or make you look crossways...
Who made the traffic suddenly crawl?
Who made me look your way?
“Hi” carried off by wind...
You tripped but she didn’t let you fall,
she had to catch up?
You’d taken her across the road but
she wouldn’t take the bus today—
She’d found her man.
“Ride with me...” why couldn’t you hesitate?
She’d found her man.
But fear and disbelief are in your way
you’re shutting her down, my woman,
So you resist me.
My woman, that is you, full-bosomed, pulsing...
Do not resist her!
It’s the coincidence of love, looking
for who is looking and finding...
Irresistiblenesses.
Everything, every thought, is image
to memory.
Memory will make one if you didn't
see one for it.
It will make one every time for you,
and you'll know.
You'll know when you sleep, for your
dream will be rich.
Memory makes and takes images to
make your dreams rich.
You too are an image now... and then
are mere memory.
So memory wants you to know that
everything is image.
You remain one now and then when
you're but one. Image.
They attempted to
make the man carry the child
in his belly nine months.
They succeeded,
the child was born,
and it was not ugly--a girl.
But they looked at
themselves as if to wonder,
"what have we proved now?"
"What did they prove, mum?"
the girl asked the woman
whom they appointed to nurse her.
How long she'd question
them would depend on how long
she liked being born of man.
Silence is golden
