my words are the Borg
verbal virus, vibrant and vivascious..
descriptive disease dabbeling in desire.
You take the time to tickle your tounge
and vaccinate  your mind
with language structure
but my lip sucking flesh stroking
eye propelled punctuation
wants to take you...
It waltzes across the room
and offers to kiss you to orgasm.
Wants to slip its nouns
into your pants and get you off...
And you let it.. And even if
you wanted to.. you couldn't fight it,
could you? Would you?
Are you listening?
Shhhhh.  Now close your eyes
my dream dripping fingers
want to write you away
into a poem  to store and save
and to scavenge and lick some other day..
It will come
You will come to its call
and helplessness will help you up.
Now take it home, put it in a drawer...
try to hide me...but you can't.
As my laughing lapses into your erotic.
to touch your sensual spot
and you will think.. you will drift...
into fantasy propelled by words.
my words are the Borg.



7/7/98 -/\-  Redondo Bch,CA