one poem, one

all life has meaning, all but one.
the most repetitive one of all:
ive got a notion a lotion a potion
not a portion.
abortion
ive got a train my brain; its plain its insane
it comes with remarkable dread instead
of the other which i cannot discuss
its to heavy for you to see me bear
its not indecision or digestion or cancer
its not impossibly define or devine
just a notion a push a wish a crush
a past and a future thats bright
impossibly crooked past on a river of glass theres a mast
and a lite and a match
to see through the fog or igniting the soul in a blizzard or blast
its not angina or the vagina thats made me feel unpleasant
ive never had finer.. i mean, this diner this pheasant its all been so pleasant
reason this season is thought and control and learning something so new
of myself and my worth and my undying thirst to find the one who loves you
i never seen anyone with that look in their eye when at me they
see me within
joyously boastful clad in glad is rad you'll see
if i get senti-mental or semi-rigid it's not from this flight of fancy
to have you within and a/part is smart but impossibly slow
id rather be in a story of us; a liquid with you as a brush
your laugh fills my heart and it shudders asleep
and i realize im holding my breath.
your smell it dwells it lingers. my fingers.
have burn marks you've touched me so deep. in sleep.
i weep and it creeps up my sole up my head away is my dread instead its surreal
I feel.
It's real. i kneel and heal and stutter and stammer "four more!"
i whisper, "together," ("there is no other nor will ever there be")
i could never be better or sweater. for that matter sweeter. its neater and nearer your heater
your heart beating rhythmically true. you're the glue
That, holds us together like no other. I say, "again."
you grin, "listen," "it's in." its the new thing to do
no one in charge, is taking over, i'm in. i am impossibly you.
is there a reason for my undying love
for this unstoppable smile?
it must be hope. its no longer the dope. because of you ive turned life around
its sound its flurry its word
undelivered undeposed unreposed
you've seen my best and i hint at the worst and you never flinch or give up.
how you dont throw up your hands i dont understand
this must be impossible you. a cape and an "s" is what you should wear
dressed in red white and blue. hands on your hips, a fine looking chick you'd be
so with discression you teach me, your lessons
have pleasured my heart. pictures dont make, can't create
what (i) was i)( saying
what am i saying, that i yam what i yam
or you're my yo to my yo
i've just never been happier or in such delight some nights allright?
i just love you.