let it be known i am black and blue
rotations on the golden twine have caused
me to evaluate with some new sense of constancy
my basest emotions my wandering sense
of where i am and whom i should impress
candy like watermelon����yum

melon yum
melon yum

so lunch turns to dinner a
constancy of eat and be eaten
in the snifter i see one who once chugged
those are not sprouts�����they're the guts
of some animal grilled in roadside dirt
paper plates flies and tapatia

��������do not let this grow over your heart

����do not embrace your heart


do not distract your heart
����������do not let your heart distract you

������do not anything but you


branches into air from the stem
and soon they'll hide the golden twine
i'm distracted by my own wheezing
i hear it way over there
do not anything but you
let go all the great moments
and beings
leave behind importance


do not let this grow over your heart
the reward offered is no more
than a typo
bueno then, let's type a poem
somewhere a reader loses the way
forgets i'm black and blue

no longer wonders how we got here
pays no homage suffers no fools
tosses the hope of significance
into the hypnosis of the stream



�2005 by John Eivaz