meditations on secrets - #4

1.

in a back alley I drew titans
mauling little people for fun
with some colored chalk

at the time I may have burnt
ants scrambling for survival
with magnified sunbeams

or I may have drawn naked people
crudly fucking each other
with extra large cocks and tits

but I was civilized
and killed people instead

2.

how does one relate well with women?

I see the same thing
in each set of eyes
raw beneath the expressions
emoted with intention

the pleading desire
tender and sensual
dripping through porous grates
down into deep catacombs

so human

it is forgivable

we tread on underground rivers

in seasons lost and forsaken

looking for shifting mirrors

absolution and humanness
open and mysterious these rivers
flow in all directions
ending at every shore

3.

love is a question flirting
with tight-gloved workers
building history with steel

dreams no longer built from clouds
but reflections pour out
from glass skyscrapers
overwhelming landscapes

these are different dreams
light expands under the glass
and dominates everything below

dreams no longer drift in
exploding into existence
with graphic mundance force

long since the day

it could be said

"I knew you as a child"