For one

Lemon lust

the taste on my tongue
fruitful
sparkled
like diamond dust
star in my sky
the clearest
purest
full-moon night
harmonized

Song unsung
the note
the chords played
unstrung
the out-of-tune
Poetry hung
the word
the rhythm
the thought dismembered

  Lemonade for one...

Sybin's Tower

Her warm eyes melted upon me

  & simmered

Her soft eyes floated down on me
  & littered my lust
with such scatterings
that all of her gatherings
could never have erected

what her warm eyes collected.

Proof of an angel

It was a beautiful night

& Everything was changing

I saw a vision of God

or the re-arranging

And she walked up to me

A spectacle of Beauty

Like the last moment of true Sun

  before Infinity

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C'mere kitten

don’t just look at me
steal me with your eyes
a gaze that latches on to every
timid intimation

don’t just reach for me
pounce upon your prey
snatch this flesh with good intent
to feast until fulfilled

O god, how you burn me

enough so that i fall like
hot wax to the floor

not burning from
the surface
but
burning deep 
within

and oozing
out
molten

my whole life leaves
the evidence of
a burning love
for you.

Emerald paradox

green is death to me
emerald paradox
all of nature
surrounded malevolence

alive  is thriving
mocking my living
knowing damn well that
I’m dying without you

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Brunt

Love’s coming on like 
a storm

I prepare not by
boarding up
and tying down
and bringing in
and turning off

I prepare by
opening wide
and letting loose
and giving out
and remaining lit

I want to be able to
feel the full force

No evacuations heeded.

Sorrow

Observing discarded
cigarette butts 
still smoking in the
red mulch of
fresh 
flower gardens

And I remember how my
poisoned words
were thrown 
into you
and 
destroyed something
beautiful

And it’s now
that sorrow
singes my
heart.

Good thing

Movement
Action
Doing the gotta-get-done’s
The everyday
The get-outta-my-way’s
Grass stains on your knees
Wind-blown hair atrophy

Doing’s resistance is only a mind-set
Shut up and get it done
Tick tick tick
tick tocks

Toxic malaise knocks
Unlock the needle box
Quick shot adrenaline
Oh man,
you’re gonna need it
And that’s a good thing.

Boyshorts & a t-shirt

Sexy is an Almost…
like the high-slit cutaway of her
racetrack black dress
  { almost revealing…

like the flimsy strands of free-form hair that
sentence prose across her face
  or
those fine little fibers that
wheat-field golden her
roundabout navel
  { almost erotica…

Sexy is an Almost…
like 6:30 glances and
walkaway prances with a
sly look back from the
cafe exit
  or
the “welcome home” attire of
boyshorts and a t-shirt
just as sexy as a

goddammit!
  { almost a cussing…

Sexy is an Almost…
like smoke without flames
like humming her name
  { almost a possession…

(deviantart.com)

Small escapes

The fences of my prison
are electrified and barbed
but I leave a key by the 
main gate because 
every once in a while 
the Bad have needs

They respect their small
freedoms and politely come
back smiling placing the key
again where they found it
not saying much but
yawns and thankings.

Look up

Look up! 
               strange, beautiful
The world gets big down here…
Augmented anxieties
Overburdened shoulders
Scoliotic spines
Arthritic knees
The weighing down
The pulling force
The doubling gravity
  thickens despair
I’m looking up…
  Strange,
  Beautiful
To look back down
  with absolution.

Waves of you

Every second a wave every
second a wave every
second a wave on a
shore in the world every
second it takes only
one on a shore to
remind me of you in a
wave every second a
wave is a thrust into
you every second a
wave overtakes my
helpless soul every
second I drown in a
wave every second a
wave into you on a
shore in the world.

The kissing booth ~a childish romance~

wish she were in the kissing booth
I’d scrounge some change or dollar bills
from men who couldn’t spare a tooth
much less a cent for childish thrills

wish she were in the kissing booth
I’d stand in line and wait my turn
behind half-men half-ripe from youth
with eager grins and antsy words

wish she were in the kissing booth
I’d fix my hair while next in line
and listen as another proves
what’s spent is spent and lost in time

wish she were in the kissing booth
I’d walk right up and wipe her lips
of ev’ry kiss from ev’ry fool
who knew not how true love begins

Good girl’s goin’ bad
and there’s no way you’re
  gonna stop her…
She was fightin’ to stay
in the cage that you made
but you forced her out
  Now she’s flyin’

Good girl’s goin’ bad
and she ain’t comin’ back
  so stop tryin’…
You wanted her heart
but you tore it apart,
How’s it feel in the deaths
  of denial

(5)

My hate is real
visible
measurable
    it’s not in my heart
    … no…
    hate should never be there
my hate is on a map
calculated
precise
    the distance from you
    - hated -
always a hindrance

    there’s no such thing?

Solo accompaniment

Her lust was greedy
A harvest for one in
self-imposed climates,
  seasons on command

She touched me for a reason to
secretly touch herself
again & over &
over slowly again

I knew her floods were coming when
her thunder & lightning climaxed
together in thick reverb
  Her eyes, lost implosion

I could’ve been any man on her
slippery event horizon
dared to taste her dark avoidance and
  happy as a-fuck to be falling in

Sad girl

She tells me she feels like 
her ship’s going down
Like half of her hull is 
already under water,
The voices in her head can’t
swim so they run through the
halls of the hull snapping
towels at each other

She says she wants to be a
leaf on the ocean
drifting, drifting towards
tropical islands,
Laid by the current’s soft
hand upon lands where
she will remain until
death fully dries her

between

tears irrigate the sad poems
rage enflames the hostile
smiles radiate the lovely
thoughts orchestrate the abstract

all alive from symbolic nothings
we’ve trained these
fine motor skills to
create

loops, dots
crosses and curves

between the words
and the mind
there is
something

(gogeometry.com)

- stuck

In the middle
of the maze

wishing for a drone
or satellite guidance

shooting flares
taking out the shadows

calling for napalm
the minute the silence
gets uncomfortable

fear as simple
as a lizard’s glare
and just as
paranoid

(4)

Trembled by a touch
a sideways touch
a velvet rub
across the grain
and back again
along the path
that leads at last
to wet terrain…

Age may slowly take me down
But willingly I shall not go
  The spine may fracture
  The discs may rupture
But willingly I shall not go

Built as bastion come raging storms
Weathered and mired I’ll stand
  Come wrathful speak
  Come bludgeoning beat
Weathered and mired I’ll stand

Even if you said:
  Let’s start over…
I wouldn’t know where
to begin

Everything we had
was labyrinth
and riddle

jumbles of thread
to be cut

even if…

Vibrio

Found acceptance
unnoticed I enter
from prolific waters
to my liking 

warm
multitudes
me of millions
migrating muted & miscible
chance taken
this of a risk
of death of a maybe

nature never asked
if invasions were
allowed

nature doesn’t ask

you just have to be
ready

Two Daisies

Clouds were gathering above us grey as
death atmospheres inflating
swollen bellies overhead belching
violent wind gusts and rolling growls
We ran for cover at the
first feel of summer storm being
spit
sprayed down upon us

Sheltered by an awning on the
backside of the building
peeking out now and again
for any sign of the sun
Fell entranced at the sight of two
daisies in the sidewalk, Two
daisies in the crack of the
sidewalk being flooded

Two daisies doin’ fine just
excited there was rainfall just
ecstatic to be wet just a
joy to watch them playing

Stepping out beyond the awning
feeling every drop upon us we
held hands and lost our shoes
for a slow dance in the storm

Andromeda absorbing

Years from now
when vectors meet
seen & unseen
fissions & fusions
bouncing
colliding
distances entwined by
alien mathematics
and postulating

what will become…
I’ll want to live again
circling still
existence to existence
a part of the blend
an ingredient mite
or a virus strain
hopping host to host

I just want to see it
The courting of spirals
An ethereal voyeur
eying the dance
Andromeda absorbing
as it’s been foretold
Closing mind to the violence
… I won’t feel a thing

We’re already beautiful
but just wait…

(NASA/Swift/Stefan Immler(GSFC) and Erin Grand (UMCP))

Lilac (chasing Syringa)

My little darling
you’ve run from me
I’ve chased you
praised you
placed you upon pedestals
for the world to see
But you’ve run from me

Slow yourself down
Catch your heavy breath
Settle yourself here
in the rich soils of earth

Take root and blossom
I’ll chase you no more
I leave you for the world
to admire and adore

“Pan et Syrinx” by Edmund Dulac