To All the Girls
Every girl is a poem
A work of art in herself
Itís in her legs
And her smiles
In the clothes she adorns herself in
In the way she looks when she forgets that all eyes are on her

You all have a rhythm structure
A pace that exists without the dance
A certain cosmic wave structure
That creates a symphony inside us

They are all angels as well
Sometimes I think they can fly
Sometimes when they look at each other I thin they speak a secret language

Me?
Iím just some dumb kid with to much time on his hands and a slew of bad Ideas

Nicole
Like a constellation
Or a word I donít understand
Tonight you glow
Tonight you as honest as a soul

You move like a jungle cat
Cautious and naked
Stalking your victims
drifting and sliding
Skidding until the sounds scare me
Moving through some weird state
You make me blush like a sweet nightmare

When the vibration closes out
I wake up and hear the horns of destiny
Those synthesized noises
That keep me awake

You shine like a phosphorescent creature of the sea
Moving like an anarchist
Like an orchid given just the right amount of water
I think you are the most amazing creature Iíve hardly talked to

If your curious Iím just some kid
Iím just like you
We all have trouble sleeping
We all wake up some mornings and wonder who we are
Or do we?
Mariana
Itís strange
That look can be syndicated
That all it is muscles in your face
That create this sensation in my body

Itís becoming more mechanical for me than anyone could claim it is for you
You do it for your self
In short sleeves
You are a magician or an angel
Cute as a button, or an involuntary wink
Itís become a party behind my half closed eyes
I wonder what you see, Mariana when you close yours

The Other Barbara
The motion is perfect
That the emotion is imperfect
Can be forgiven
Does glass cool you
With the poetry that it cools me?
You have an art like oblivion

Itís in the face or maybe between the eyes that you transport me to a beach on an island or
maybe a swimming pool in my prepubescent years

Tell us whatís left to be said
Your callin attention like a flower in the desert
Like a cactus in Times Square
Breaking through the concrete
Demanding us to try and remember who we are

For All The Girls at Natashaís Birthday
Flashlight
Neon Light
You wear the clothes
That makes it hard to concentrate

I think Iíll call this one midnight kitten
That oneís waterslide
Iíll call you Jamaica Farewell
But where is the robot girl

Now I lay me down to sleep
And pray to the lord that I can still see
I think Iíll hold my tongue
And think about holding your wrists

Everybodyís happy
Now that itís happy hour
Iím afraid I will be electrocuted
By the sweat that drips off your forehead

In the long run itís only a matter of time until the humor drains and I begin to remember
 there are thing I want

Natasha
You dance with absolute grace
Like a harem girl in someone elseís harem
A night time angel and other clichéís
Something like a spider
Overcome with frills and veils
A certain type of mastermind that I find it hard to fathom
Are you maybe a perfect creature from outer space
Or a figment of my dreams

Domilique
So sweet and sexy
You smile almost shy
So honest and alive
Crawling to a silent prayer that we canít hear
So truthful and invigorating
Owning yourself like a work of art
So Organic
Almost glowing in the dark
Watching your own rhythms like some people read a book

This world inside you
Fraught with implications
Like liquid coming out of a wall
Falling slowly to the ground
Falling slowly to pieces
While the crowd drinks and watches

Some girls are like geishas, adept at flirting
You are not
Thatís your charm
Hunched shoulders and all

Bianca
You are a girl alone on a stage
Lifting the veil/skirt thing
Showing us yourself
Alone in a place of your own
An unstoppable force
You are a soldier marching for true oblivion
With shining rainbowís
What a strangely gripping thing falling clothing is
Your stomach can move my mind
Your grace is like a helicopter moving through jello
Accurate, practiced but so alive
Your telling stories with your body
Writing poems with my pen
Making claims on your own fame
To you itís no surprise weíre attracted to shiny things,
like your legs
Usually this leaves me warm and smiling
Tonight it leaves me paranoid and wanting
 

Cecilia
Tonight itís you who draws my attention
You seem upset
Iíd like to ask you whatís wrong but Iím afraid this isnít the place
Tonight you hate everyone
Donít you
Please do not hate me
I would like to talk to you someday

Venessa
Maybe I donít come here just to write poetry
Maybe I come here just to get a smile from a pretty girl
At any rate Iím still coming here
You have a sweet smile
Sweeter than all the grace in the world
Itís criminal
When You Dance we can tell you know what your doing

I think I come her sometimes to watch you pull up your skirt
And to feel too intimidated to ask a name
But weíll never know for sure

Irena
You are an astronaut

Who sleeps through her alarm
You are a girl
On her way to places Iíll never see
Overwhelmed as you are
By an extremely powerful intellect

When you release my jaw
And things fall apart
You slide down a pole
Into my heart

Your the type
Who could do serious physical damage to me
Without moving a muscle

I think you are an astronaut
Who sleeps through her alarm
But when you go back up
The angels there will dance to there own harps
Reaching deep inside to the heart of the matter
Covering themselves with there own highbeams
Paying close attention
To the attention paid
Barbara
Itís you again
Trying to drift slowly into our eyes
Drawing stares in all The unexpected places
How I desire to have X-ray vision
To see through your skull
Into the pipes
Winding through your understanding

The song goes ìkiss kissî
We dance ourselves in circles
Prey like a mantis
And jump into the great abyss

You get distracted and drift
Alone
Separate
You drifting while Nicole Dances
Itís so strange, it blows the life out of me
Puts me at ease like the space between songs

Tatiana
She
Has a stuffed animal
Itís a duck
With overalls

She
Is wearing a black see-through nighty
And being showered with dollar bills

A graceless collapse of my mental stability
Falling through the atmosphere
Lying on my face
Dreaming
Of spider webs and legs

I
Have an open mike in my heart
And allot of food on my mind

But she
Has a strap across her back
And one of the most promising jaw lines ever

Itís a male fantasy world
With frills and strip lighting
A fruitful enterprise
A heartland of nearly impending doom

Mila
Itís one thirty in the morning
Your drifting through my view
Lifting your legs to the beat
And wearing diamond slippers
As the napkins fall like snow all over you
You throw your hair back like Rita Hayworth
A sudden feeling of well being comes over me

You make me smile
Your a girl in a bra and short skirt
Dancing on a stage receiving dollar bills for our curiosity

You have streaks on your eyes
So like a cat
Or a scream queen

Your seductive and straight forward
Falling out of your clothes
Like a prayer

You are like a tornado
A heated blizzard
Strapped in red carrying yourself with convincing looks

Maybe weíll never know what beats inside another human being
You canít break your own heart
You can just wake up in the morning
To a whole other start

Laria
Laria, like a recurring dream
Through this life of mine witch is like sleep
Like sleep
You want to be awake
Awake
Like you
Laria

Lindsey
Like the voice of a dragon
Or a saxophone echoing through a subway tunnel
Like the sight of our own image on our cornea
Thatís been burnt by the sun
I canít ignore you

Like the horrible difference between dancing and standing still
Or the moving distance between the bottom of your top and the top of your bottom
Like the orchestrated movements of an origami dancer
In a ballet by Beethoven himself
You too complex for me to understand

Liquor binds to my jaws