hotel lobby coffee

 

somebody horrible slept here. some macabre scene played out and the carpet was bled upon and the tile was cold under the body’s fetid disengagement. nobody in the hallway noticed the sounds. and he slept well. relieved and satisfied with his skillful performance. the wake-up call aroused him. she had a slight accent. his fingers were still stained. he licked them clean

somebody beautiful fucked here. they met at the conference and she invited him up. drinks and straight talk. words like take me and taste me and make me remember you. and she wasted no time with timid smiles as she kissed her way down. and he opened her up. they came as strangers with first names only. they came hard. he left. she set the alarm for her early flight home

somebody said prayers here. a brother and sister were tucked into bed by mom and dad. and their souvenirs were on the dresser. and their hair was damp with generic shampoo. and they giggled and they fought over the covers before midnight. and by one they were sleeping. by two their dreams were dancing. playgrounds and carnival rides and amusement park costumes

I can’t fall asleep here. the highway is rambunctious and the a/c is rattling. there’s too many hours for thought in each of my nights. I’m wondering who was watching me from the other side of the mirror while I was walking around naked. I need coffee. it’s free in the lobby. I don’t want to touch the tv remote. the moon is a deadpan voyeur. this isn't working. and I’m paying for all of this. one way or the other

(fravery.tumblr.com)

leading

 

longing leads to agony leads to anticipation leads to greed leads to

fire in the field where my mind is naturally burning as leaves fall in a foreign language like

foreplay in bits of sweat and moan, diffusion of arousal rising up to a tongue as

curved as sex, as concave and salivating as drips hanging down on

momentum forward-thrusting from hush to plunge to deeper rhythms of

squeezing in and oozing out, as sated eyes lie grazing the length of

dreams, awakening, the dawn as soft as someday, once when

all the leaves becoming

are spoken to us

(gif from estantane.tumblr.com)

bewilderness

 

soften the sky one more time,
the concrete here is sallow and cold

a man sits in the alleyway
clutching his knees
singing made-up songs
, I know them
they are all too familiar

where the rats defecate
where the gutters release
where the dour dogs prime their bite

the faceless women, the passersby
drag their smiles on leashes
, I know them
they are all very similar

here in the lost-life hear the
undergrounds stirring, the
chameleons change from
green to gray

he is sitting, he is singing
he is rocking like a child
, I know him
he has been here before

(pinterest.com)

( a sijo poem)

shall we ever build a house, with
backyard dreams and babbling brooks

between the wrens and sparrows, vines
entwining, earth and cosmos 

that day, that day, shall we find a
home around us and deep within

(https://thomaskinkade.com)

flushed outward

where the hell am I

this Eden is overrun with 

maggots and manure

these weeds are multiplying

profusely, disproportionately

this peach-peel’d sun dome 

pulls back leaving

no sweet treat

I sense Eve’s 

menstrual wreckage,

the garden is flushing 

outward, the stench

all the trees have apples,

when you’re hungry enough

you’ll take a bite

location location location 

everything green has an

old man’s eye

( fineartamerica.com)

into the afterglow

(image from mirrorsinner.tumblr.com)

transcendence of our warming alchemy. inward flooding. the unsuppressed passions digging in and curling up. exceeding the expressions of voice and touch. the penetrations, deeper. the vibrations, booming. the intensities, diverse. divided into subsets of movements and adhesions. expanding universally. you are everywhere I exist. everywhere I am yet to be. horizon. atmosphere. illusion. exquisite flesh. I multiply in our moment. implosion to explosion. darkness to endless light. out of nothingness. into the afterglow. realms indescribable, uninhabitable without you. 

prelude to a quaalude

room #714

and I’m inoculated 

kinked and contaminated

as mangled motel carpet

humbled thin 

almost to a snap

mesmerized, hypnotized 

the a/c hum, the faucet drip

how many others have been

stranded this way

a shard of the shattered

indelicate facade

settling downward dog,

a bridge over rife disharmony

settling padmasana

as 714 syncs within

(image from fravery.tumblr.com)

suddenly she leaves
trees stripped bare, sunlight dimming
I am lost again

(image fromgacougnol.tumblr.com)

which tree did this banana come from

sticking out like a brown banana in a yellow bunch 

a leper in an orgy 

a country song in Bangladesh. 

I keep the embroidered linens folded neatly for company that never comes 

the oven is always on preheat 

the dog's been unusually neutered. 

fetching a pail of synonyms for solipsism out of the old well 

the black coffee on the table is stronger than most other days 

I have fixations and fetishes, a car full of clowns. 

where do birds go when they want to die 

they can go anywhere 

I want to be in the soft heart of someone who remembers me

(my photo)

empty sky

absence of faith 

is an empty sky

what are you clinging to

a kite that is not there,

a mirage of stars that have

long since burned out

these things could never

lift you off the ground where

it’s comfortable and safe

at home with the pretty bugs

I wish you had wings of

your own

I wish you could see that the

sky leads everywhere you’re 

wanting to be

I wish you had faith in

yourself 

enough to take flight

but you remain grounded 

by so many questions

and the string in your hand

lies limp

and the starlight

well

it’s not exactly what it

seems to be

(my photo)

satellite

 

I am satellite
I am orbit
I am zeal

the enticing mounds
the plush valleys
the luscious rift below

I am salivating anxious
I am directional hypertrophy
I am tremble and ache

then hovering to descend
then descending to peruse
then despondently drifting away

(image from NASA)

the junglings

milky sunshine 

blanketing through

brightwoods and leafythrills

to this side and that

sentient skylings

swooping and circling

downmists and splashups

sparkling the lea

a birdsong weaving

a chippergrin melody

mothsoft and slugslow

the canopy sways

vibrance in the duffmesh

swimsprouts in the riverreeds

casual plentiness featherfair'd

and all the good of these, glowgleaming

(image from comteskyee.deviantart.com)

no remorse

there's no great remorse 

in killing a mosquito 

a humble beetle, perhaps 

or a busy bee, for sure.

tidy up your little sins

for the long haul upward 

or downward perhaps.

better memorize your alibis

(image from istock.com)

these almost goodbyes

look at us

tousled in the wind again

unable to hold onto

anything of solid security

our loving lips parting

to speak of jealousy

and wrong assumptions,

still wet with days-old

passion and exchange

look at this distance

and the short time it takes

to fall back into its trap of

feeling isolated while apart

the mouth of hunger is

unfed and aches to be

satiated

look at these

smooth memories of

hellos and long kisses

and wonder why we 

trip upon these

almost goodbyes again

look at me

and stay with me 

we're almost there

we're almost home

(image from mirrorsinner.tumblr.com)

never'd

we all lined up in boxes,

some of us were scattered 

regardless

the flowers grew

  O how they grew 

and much like us 

before all of this

some were ugly and

some were beautiful 

the weeds invaded with their

devouring crawl, and the

insects took over with their

relentless march 

in decay or ash

we fed the earth

and we fled again 

into the stars 

we knew not of our 

whereabouts

or where we came from

or where we were going 

transients scampering in the

hearty soils, enigmas riddling 

the ever-expanding skies 

unloved

unkept 

undiscovered

as if 

never'd amongst never-beens 

we just wound up in boxes 

or scattered

aquatic chaos

aquarium calm

fishfeed floating

and fluttering down

harmony in twos

like tango or chase

and lips protruding

one spiny presence

three undulating angels

five or six variants in

swirlings and flurries

magnified littleness

in blur-motion low

viscosity

filtered fragile

frenetic

then in a moment

aquatic chaos

and bubbles