He What She What

I wrote this poem about 6 years ago for myself and for the woman that I dream of finding. I showed it to Nicole a couple of nights ago. She was impressed enough to doubt that I had actually written it.

He What?

he has travelled for a very long time and
still has great distances to go
he tries to carry only the things that he needs
he cries tears that ring with laughter
he's surfing ordered waves of chaos up and down and up
he's sure that he knows himself but strangely
he always sees someone different in the mirror
he diets strictly on poisonous flowers
his eyes pierce and scan and drink deeply
he's always trying to fit all the wrong patterns
into heart-shaped holes
he remembers almost all of it
he's exceedingly selfish and manifests loneliness but
he cares about the world and loves intensely
he's the ear that friends always turn to
he has an eccentric talent to make people laugh
he has an honorary Phd in Wisdom and
he's working on a degree in Simple Common Sense
his greatest memories are silent moments in beautiful places
he grinds his teeth in his sleep and he's never had a bad dream
he frequently defies death because he knows he's not finished yet
he chooses all of his paths with a subconscious bent
for richer and richer experiences
he uses laughter as his best-developed survival skill
he's usually content and amused with whatever color
life takes on for the day
he's gratefully proud of who he is and wishes desperately
that he could let himself be that
he finds great joy in melancholic reverie and
he insists on moving forward
he's expert at maintaining a calm exterior while
the wheels inside spin furiously
he's so in love with life it makes him want to puke
he's insanely lucky and doesn't know when to stop pushing it
he moves randomly from place to place
arriving always at just the right time
he practices a schizophrenic patience
he's a pathetic loser drunk and
he's brilliant and talented and sensitive and
he's exactly what he's supposed to be

She What?

she has an appetite for life that's never satisfied
she talks to herself and answers back
she can see the truth and she'll
blind herself to the lies when she needs to
she has no fear and she can't trust herself
she's got really big balls and a cute little pussy
she shits in the face of life and licks it back up with gusto
she's lost all patience with mediocrity
she's got a sense of humor and some common sense
she's better than street smart, she's street genius
she has a connesiur's taste for passion
and she knows when she needs to vomit
she's entertained by you and me and she's easily bored
she's got plans for tomorrow that will likely change
she knows exactly who she is and where she's going
she walks, stumbles, drifts in that direction
with full confidence she'll get there
she has an intimate relationship with her soul
she's comfortable with who she is - expects no more, no less
she knows that each day will be another unpredictable adventure
she can look through her eyes and see secret colors
she sees the everyday beauty that most people miss
she knows secret routes to special places and
she'll laugh at you when you get lost
she has different hats that she wears on different days
she's decorated with mud and dust and cosmic rays and staples
she has a fourth eye between her breasts and
she's got invisible limbs that secretly touch you
she'll whisper in the middle of the night that she wants you
she makes weird little moanings in her sleep
she's not afraid of death because she knows that
nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
will ever separate her from her soul.