So I tried to post this poem earlier but there was something wrong with the site again. Here it is now.

*Onion Skin*

Dissect the layers
Inch by inch
Hydrosphere and Biosphere
Penetrate the flesh
Dominate every hemisphere
Become the cheshire cat pirched on a mountain of mustard grains
You need to grow wings
You really should try to grow wings

A long winter's journey into the darkness of a springtime in remission
I'm looking forward to the rain
Maybe the warm air will send yr heart back to me in an envelope marked, "what it is to be a pair of dispossessed eyes ... and what they saw"
But for now I'll just feel sorry for myself and know that yr not thinking about me
Even though yr always in my mind
An apparition for my thoughts
The subliminal poetry written in the first letter of each page of a 1000 page volume growing dusty and with a sandpaper cover destroying all the other knowlege on the shelf

I didn't want you to leave the car tonite
There's something symbolic of yr leaving
And when you call me tomorrow you won't be the same person

And all I could ask was, "why"
Isn't that the hardest question?
Who, what, where, when, how
Those questions deal with truth
But why is always subjective

I'm going to see the River Man
I'll tell him everything
Then he'll hit my skull
And attach a tube to my forehead
To suck out the leech that troubles my mind
When he dangles it in front of my eyes I'll squirm
But not as much as I am now that it's still inside of me