The Day I Died

The day I died

Got hit by a car today in slow motion

I watched it happen in disbelief

I was riding my bike when I hit the car and spun around while watching it

Got up right away even though I was dead

Felt all around to see where I was broken

My bike was twisted and started to cry but I fixed it

Everyone stopped to be so helpful

Told me to call the ambulance

The cab that I crashed went through the light

But I told everybody it was my fault

A guy from Tibet shook my hand and said he was sorry

My bike wants to cry but knows it’s OK

And I’m loving life cause I died today.

JKF

7/14/11

Inegrationalism

Integrationalism

The putting together of all of humanity into one organism that resembles me

Jkf

7/11/11

Summer

Summer

So soft the folds of satin fall, her skin beneath it ripples

I’m lost in observation and my own skin starts to move.

Supple limbs create their own embrace around my thoughts

Circling somewhat lazily and gazing out toward me

In almost fragrant air I imagine that I taste her

In visual understanding, my impulse is alive.

Now I drift into a dream where we are not apart

I touch with fingers slow and warm, her navel and its lair.

Slipping deftly through the maze inside,

I slide my hook right in.

Slurping with my hand I find a world of joy and pleasure

Tickling the spot, I feel as if I’ve touched myself.

I have. She holds the air within, And lets it out in little puffs.

Jkf

7/4/11