poetry without form other than my imagination
is comfortable for me
 but not for most readers
 who want to superimpose
 their sense of order and desire for acceptance
 so my poems mirror their life, not mine.

 Is it the madness of art or the art of madness?
 modern art over the edge showing a free spirit
 and imagination called wild and irresponsible
 large and dramatic representations of taboos
 drawn by Samantha whose self portrait defines her work:
 “if I were a man, I’d have an 18 inch penis!”

Samantha understands my poetry.
 I understand her art.
Samantha understands me.
 I understand Samantha.                                
this both pleases and frightens me.
 I tell Samantha we must stop seeing each other.
 not only is it dangerous
 but more important,
Samantha 1  heard all my jokes.