bereft

melancholy soft and

evening is bereft of birdsongs

hands come together in
front of me capturing the 

setting sun,

azure skies fall to black

beauty is too quick a

combination of colors between

day and night, so brief

your voice among the

shadows now receding

into a forest's depth

the night is so young

and so long

so long

(my photo)

swallowed

in the lift of swelling

more than increasing

chased by lagging tongue

gliding ‘round rigid aroundness 

grasped firmly so drenched 

in spit and pull

the hummed circumference 

warming depths arriving

open-lipped attacks consuming

now the throb

one pulse a thousand most

thunderous confinements

surging upward all the

suction tug of coaxing

into one slipped the flavored body

smooth as swallowed slide

(unknown source)

particles

particles in particular

we were

sliding silhouettes

as the evening arrived

but that was yesterday

and yesterday was years ago

my hands are empty now

palms to the sky

along with a half-smile

of moments and memories

and remnants of bliss

blurry'd white

(my photo)

clouds pass by

as they always do

what cloud has ever

remained in place

forever

my warmth,

she’s a thousand suns

a greeting of truth

however finite

(my photo)

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

lingering effects

some of the storm still lingers,
it always does

I'm not right yet
and neither are you
  but we survived

a little destruction brings
reassessment, rebuilding

testing the strength of our
bond cannot be done
only in perfect weather

  look
  look how strong and
  beautiful it is here
  now that the storm
  has settled

it always settles
it always does

though some of the storm
still lingers

(my photo)

of sweetness

rainsplashed and sunlathered

your wetness and heat

I bathe in you

all essence and fragrance

upon your overs and unders

inside your ins and outs

how fulfilling

of sweetness

  you are

  you are

honeywater delightful

and heavenly scent

  you are

  you are

(image from mirrorsinner.tumblr.com)

through after-rain lavender

how do you protect
a heart that's opening
as it begins to take on
more and more wounds

freefalling from the
bluest sky through
after-rain lavender
into heavy smoke
and fire

newer hells below,
traffic at the intersection,
snarling teeth within
the briar and the thicket

the rose is prettiest
spread wide in full bloom
but closer to its death;
please don't leave me now

(image from verycoolphotos.tumblr.com)

hangover

the day after

sucked backwards down the
abysmal pitch of night

lucidity wanes, lost in a
spiral-smeared foresight

detritus soaked and splattered,
food for thoughts

taking the shape of elegy and
ghost-myth prayer...

there's a circle of stars in the 
forthcoming sky

almost there, almost...

  one day
  when you don't have to
  leave anymore

  say you'll stay

(image from rare-galaxy.com)

bound apparitions

her eyes turned from

love me  to  fuck me

between uneven heartbeats

and the fall of a single drop

of sweat from my forehead 

to hers

there was a pause

there was a transformation

there was an unbecoming

and a becoming

we no longer touched...

we dove into each other

we swam in torrents

we fought against currents

we were under 

and in 

and above

the pleasant drowning

the full-bodied breath into

craving lungs

the floating climax into

sudden weightlessness

her eyes

and mine

were long gone

lost together

in

bound apparitions

(Image from usman119 on steemit.com)

retuning

vibrations shake the core
into dissonance
and trill

a loss of balance and
intonation,
a constant retuning

  who hears the song anyway,
  who really cares to listen

this is not meant for an
audience,
there’s no ear comfort or
structure

and the lyrics are
heartbreaking,
I cannot bear to
sing them out loud

  so I struggle with the
  instrumental
  soothing the sorrow
  by humming along

(image from giannantonionegretti.com)

crossed wires

my wires are crossed.
I wish I could remove them,
lay them down in straight lines
and figure out where they're
supposed to go again

I'm not sleeping much.
heaven is much higher than I
expected it to be,
I don't think I'll ever be able to
reach it,
my goals have changed

I'm adversely inadequate.
a copy, a modification

you can't change
the template,
you can't devalue
the original mold

reach out,
flip the switch
and you will see

(my photo)

least

the day falls in its
preset routine

a slow golden drop
and a fiery burning red
consumes the view

I tried to fall apart in
a peaceful place
but something took the
moment from me

I am not in control,
not even of this

amalgam of thoughts,
they will come some other time

most likely
when I am least prepared

(my photo)