The Copenhagen Maybe

Flat streets, angelic blue eyes and faceted, clear minds.

We list, we ply. Drunk, presenting a smiling and

pleasant dance of maybe, yes let's, no not today, hesitant,

charming, panting, spring prance.

Enchanted fey-play, yes, but planting genuine

layered residence in a fragrance sought.

These seeds spin globes, and drop

the reticence, feed the playful,

artful passions, crescere the resonance,

and present a whole new world;

a melange of potent, lovely sense.

O

I

suffer

I want

Suffer

I want more

Suffer

I want more from life

Suffer

I want more friends, more family

Suffer!

I want more comfort, more possessions

Suffer!!

I want more recognition, more reputation

Suffer!!!

I want the best, the most, the greatest

SUFFER!!!

I don’t want this pain

Suffer!!!

I don’t want to be so much for so many people

Suffer!!

I don’t want so many things, I have enough

Suffer!

I don’t want to work so hard for love

Suffer

I don’t want much out of life

Suffer

I don’t want

Suffer

I don’t

suffer

I

O

Words

Words
Sense Signals
From Cranial Channels
Marks for Mind
Subtler than Sand

Strictly Signposts
Roses are Unfaxable
Tears are Untextable
Soul, Unspeakable

As Phone to Phone
Inside to Inside
Words are Wires
and Much is Missing

Among Communication Cables
Poetry Outperforms All
With Words Woven and Wound
Richness is Received

More

I think I want more. Do you want more? I could really use more. Because I don't have enough. But if I had more it would be great. Wouldn't it? Once I have more I will be satisfied, I would. I would get to that place where I'm not right now. Because I'm not there yet, but I see where I want to go. It just requires a bit more. So I'm looking for it, and it kind of leaves me dissatisfied because I don't have it: that little bit more. It's kind of like a gnawing, a little empty burning inside. I hope I find more soon.