so bad poetry walks into a bar. and the bartender says "bad joke."

all is well in babylon
glamorous exteneded metaphors
and slightly peturbing language
uncomprehnesible to man
does not a classic make.

it is in the passion--
the driving force and action
the aches and pains of the author
fed like baby food to the characters
and when you the reader
find the passion unresistable
and give in to its murmering sway

then something brilliant is born
and all is well in babylon.

facts
facts are as slimy as lies
they wriggle out of fingers
and slip between toes
they cannot stick because
they are afraid of the feeling
of staying.

facts are no better than lies.
cold and restless as a convict
just escaped from the feds
they don't want you to know anything
they can't tell you.

facts and lies
are only as different
as our minds will make them be.

to nick, and autism
i'll hand shake you at of your world, boy.
no matter how many times you say bye bye bye
and expect me never to return
i'll come back
and call you friend.
why would i abandon you in your world
when i'm this alone in mine?

don't you see?
love is the language we speak
before we can talk.
and hate is the language we learn
when too much talking has been done.
and language is nothing more than
feeling that responds to action.
and action . . .

well.

that's the complicated bit.