i am a native dreamer.
watching new jersey skies
are high and notes are
falling down

i've lost my way
a long way back
roads lead to every
now and again i'm alone
with my thoughts
scrambling eggs on pans
lined with genetically
engineered butter
me up

tell me i'm forever
ending with beginnings
singing
notes are
falling down
with logic and reason
filling every because
with a quater gallon
of love
spiked with the magical
taste of now

i know nothing
more perfect then
one times one yields
infinity and

my hunger and thirst in
reoccuring dreams is quenched by
your poetry
perpetually penetrating me.

i caught myself today
while staring directly into
you, who saw me all
wrapped up in selfish
infidilety.

do selfish people have
less self?
i do not care
i want him now
to hold my soul while
the notes are
falling
d
o
w
n

exceeding death
i hold my ( )
looking at your eyes
and knowing that the
notes just keep on falling.