With the blood of a hundred camels, I wash my fetid hands of this corner of the world.
Dripping puss and raining sweat with arthritic twists are they now knurled.
A thousand fretting troubles thou may juggle in thy abandoned hands,
But my ears are deaf, my eyes drip blood and I am off for other lands.
Cry your bleating, worried moans of lonely isolation.
No longer will I weep and swoon before your angry instigation.
For year after horrid, weighted year and days as dark as the grave,

Contort your form,
into a spineful s t r e t c h

feel yourself, transmuted, up and
chording out of conformity to sing..

Now your body sways in its music
of majestically deranged sequences,

as it curls into something utterly
more gradually graceful, a thing

imagine, if time affords, that you
as dancer could be: the body of work

that led you here, as life would go,
about this human business of being;

Indifferent to the memory of my bodywork
growing by degrees, slower in its clock.

the struggle done
raining clouds above
shes said goodbye
with weary ears
and straining heart
the yard has come
its line to be done
with one final sigh
shes free
we cling
with teary eye
beloved friend
held on so long
your freedom
served
arrived
and done

and your return
for duties served
a cherry box
a home
deserved

Pain
Smashes suddenly
With an iron fist
In soft spots
Help

Spite
White hot
Churning Words
Without thought
Hurt

Hate
Darkness
In the heart
Stupidity
Amok

Envy
Taking
With the mind
Someone else's
Best

War
Roaring
Black and red
Monster of
Death

Pride
Swelling
Ego,sometimes
Deserving, often
Not

Sin
Tear in
The fabric
Of one's
Soul

I wonder as I wait,
Wonder what the world is like.
The paradox of life still puzzles me -
Those living are sometimes more than dead,
Those dying are just beginning to live,
Those dead are sometimes more than living.

(Juliane B.)

To waltz in place with you as a strangled lily,
in vertigo, is pointless.

Your diction’s purr laced over Victorian textiles;
a rorschach’s stubble in a voice box
each plot number counted
is watered by a scotch
turned to bleach.

A nerdy teenager faints in your graveyard.

I waited for you in the Sacred Heart,
a treehouse of bitten apples,
slimy second chances.

Your shadow fell in crooked
solitude, but never shone
through the stained glass
organ I played for you.

My Happiest Moment of my life
is when your skin was on mine.
When we can just stare at each other
for the longest time without saying a
word. How we can talk hours through
a gaze. How I can see your face,
arms, hands, legs, and all I have
to do is close my eyes and hope.
Hope that you wont do anything
stupid while I'm gone. Hope that
you wont change because you are
you. The happiest memory of my life
is you. The memory of your voice,
your skin tight jeans that make your

Let's splash and play!
Let's sing and dance!
It's time for adventure, and romance!
Summer's finally here, hooray!

What a beautiful day!
I wish it would last forever,
such a wonderful pleasure.
And, to my satisfaction, summer's here, hooray!

Enjoy it in every way,
from the seeds of the watermelon,
to the way the flowers are smellin'!
Summer's actually here, hooray!