Eyes

The birds pissed me off this morning.
Me.
In a fuck of a funk.
But I woke on the side I always do.
The side by myself.
Only today
rose with no reason
and in looking out my window realised...
Whatever.
My head hurts.
Being full of odd juxtapositions.
Confused contradictions.
Bombs in Iraq
and angles in heaven
and god is an asshole
because that is exactly where I am.
Temples tense
angry.
Eyes wishing to weep.
I refuse and am nowhere.

Fantasy is easy
and I would not know the truth if it were a splinter in my ass.
So I sit and wait
while the wind speaks of change
while my garden goes about its bussiness
calling me out of my head
somewhere toward peace.
Anyway...
All I really know-
I want nothing more than to kiss you.