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1) Are you hot?
-my temperature rises at the heel of my anger, sadness, sadism, love, chagrin, and the moment of my empathy.
2) Are you cool?
-like a river in June forgiving my trespass. I'm cool like the breeze that guides me at my impasse.
3) Do we have chemistry?
-we are like a set that a child uses to make sparks and become smart. We are the design, the rightful indignation of false creation.
4) Do I want to?
-I felt you. The need of the hands that holds the hand that holds the answer. So you better be careful.
5) Flirting
-with an idea, with a word, with a question, with a suggestion, with the world, with just one girl.
6) Could I hangout with her?
-Hanging on to her, hanging on every word, Hang yourself out to dry. Hang on while waving goodbye.
7) Could she hangout with us?
-Could you keep your cool when you're in a room? Everyone is there but you're only syncing with one. She can but can you?
8) Could she meet my mom?
-She'll never be one, there's no breaking her of it. To share that bond only a mom could love.
9) Do I want to be with her?
-You want to be; a lover, a musician, a creator. You want to be these things first. You want to keep her from your worst. You want to be sure. You want to be; with her.
10) Can I marry her?
-and so can anyone else.

For the Alley

You are the lamb that takes the fire with you to rest
Buried under a shapeless mound of wreckage
I serve you a warm cup and shake out my hand after we touch
You say thank you
You are the cloth I left behind while I was switching worlds
Bandaged, ludicrous, wrapped and sovereign
I miss the shirt I laid away
You reach for a napkin to clear your transgressions
 I promise, you're human. I swear, you're a women.
I'm sorry this world is unfit to suit you
I apologize that there is nothing left I can do for you.

The Rant of an Undecided

I let my cover fall, opened my arms and asked you to hide me.
You said I was purgatory.
What once was so big was left unlit and ravaged.
But I don't care.
I have Job's Coffin to keep me aware.
Words were the movement of the moment but they fell to pieces, through tiny messages.
I am above it.
Sleeping soundly, happy with or without me.
This authenticity is almost blinding.
Doing everything one goddamn pleases other than
Falling victim to my dark sided thesis.
Now I must out-create this disillusionment.
You are a talisman but I am the cult that founded it.