You Are A Very Tiny Big Thing

You will find teeth in your sheets

For the next few days.

Urgency morphed into this --

A tiny army attacking itself,

The yelping and moaning

Onslaught of rabbits, caving

Light, the fixture-less suspension

Of passion.

Limits were set, then met.

With a head huge and enlarging

At the minute, and the next minute

You are obvious and visible, still

At the sight of you all sight fails

This retina buckles and bends inward

See now! See now! All what has

Been said �" weight drawn from a place

Of complete weightlessness

With a new thought, and a retread of

Another; you string along my glance

Like a streamer; a disaster of confetti

Cupped in your hands �" thrown, twirling

And retiring on the surface of this

Overstretched goodbye. Why here? Should it

Have been better used somewhere else?

Ideals lacing trees in the forest we built.

With a display of poetics, perhaps, I could

Earn the emotion already expended --

Oh, how urgent I flew into this:

An emptying nothing with an entrance

Like a Vegas casino �" hungered lips

Twitching with a swaying, horny body

Kill me, curtsey, I could still forgive

Go ahead, form the Phalanx and take charge.

Pillow my head,

There is a will to be dead.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A interesting poem.
"See now! See now! All what has
Been said " weight drawn from a place
Of complete weightlessness"
You open the door to questions and left me with things to ponder. My kind of poetry. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Dayran]

This is both euphoric and sad ... like intelligence knowing itself ... and finding that no one but itself can remedy its faults. A tremendous insight. How's it going Cole?

[Celestial Witch Child]

You have such a way with words, and that really comes through in this piece. A very unique, cerebral read. Great work.