(6)

your words have breath
delicate in their yearn for love
steady in their push of passion
orgasmic in their release of lust

I retire every night
bathed in a mist
as if words were a coming
of your traveled breath
upon
me

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Hold my hand

There will come a day
 deleted
 vapor trail dissipated
This window of the sky
 endless & empty

Hallucinations of memories
 speckling glints
Notes from the staff
 silenced to a
 rest

Hold my hand here…
 now…
 denatured as ghost encryption

It’s all the human I’ve got to lend
 before leaving
 before letting go
 before walking away
 invisibled

In the rain

rain on the windshield
  relentless momentum forward
    wiping clear the bombarding blurs
      the external annoyances
        the threats of derailment
self-propelled
  full tanks of purpose
    locked into the guidance
      blind faith
         in
            thrust

unknown source

Crushed in the air I breathe
as a lonely moment of vertigo
brings me to god & back…
or whatever god is…
just an Nth feeling - maybe?
afloat through the realms
of null, religion
of null, language
of null, understanding
of numb
of being
of eyeless sight
of disembodied perhaps/ment
struggling to comprehend
how far to the right I am
from the decimal point

Crushed in the air I breathe
I will suspend time
as a lonely moment of vertigo
brings me to what’s
missing
and I still don’t
know

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(2)

You’re still so new to me

My tongue barely knows the
skin of your words

flickers
teases
drums to be let in

drums hard pounds
and judges reverberations
searching for meaning
searching for translation

tastes unknown
taste saturated in oils
in juices dripping from
splits in the rind

The skin of your words
a permeable sheath over
tender brilliance
I’ve yet to know…

unknown source

- slipping

tell me
my life
makes yours
better

everyday
is a
worry
and a
fear

insecure
as i
slip

uncaught

a hole
in the
net

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  ( haiku: the female form )

        Her architecture
Her pure, naked perfection
     Her form enthralls me

I’m invented
because
you love me
into
being

(5-7-5)

(haiku: from the heart)

Audible silence…
Speaking from the heart takes time…
  Put forth the effort

Every piece of you
gives me
peace of mind

Poetry
is as 
simple 
as an 
unexpected 
compliment.

mayors and saviors

its local voting time again

so they’re on every corner

dancing with signs for their

chosen candidate

on Fridays there’s a family

at a different intersection

noisy about Jesus

trying to save us from hell

i’m leaning on pessimism

towards mayors and saviors

i can’t tell the bullshit 

from the bible anymore

i usually crank up the radio

and roll down the window

to drown out their proclamations

... i don’t like being yelled at 

Ol' Delta Blue

Color me blue, Blue baby blue
Talkin' front porch Delta style
Mississippi blue
Talkin' six string finger pickin'
slow rollin' blue
Talkin' tradin' your soul at the
Crossroads for blue
Robert Johnson, Willie Brown
Talkin' old school blue
Talkin' gut wrenchin'
up-from-your-feet
Let-it-out kinda blue
Don't gimmie no sunny-sky
happy-day blue
I'm sad baby sad
Just blue baby blue.

Forever Love (for a loyal heart)

I’m trying to find balance

An equilibrium

But I’m lost and
my rhythm is breaking

I’m trying to love you
I’m trying to forget you
I’m trying to restart, reboot my
life from
pieces of heart that
never knew you

You are my center
A sun of sorts
Too close, I burn
Too far, I freeze

I survive out here in
orbital confusion
My loyalty sustains and
destroys me the
same

Forever Love
Your intangible gravitation is
the only Constant as I
swerve and sway

Forever Love
Until stronger stars grab me
And Forever becomes just another
quick tick of time

(sciencefocus.com)

Broken Meteor

sometimes I put a condom on diversity, splintered bone fragments on floors of mind mansions, my own servants petty thieves themselves born of third-world hunger & heirarchy

                                         have I told you I’m all over the place?

a stone thrown wind blown or gaffed, pulled snorting onto this boat or that, I’m recyclable print on newspaper trash by the curb of inner-city streets licked clean by addicts without needles to inject

the blind girls in the windows of rubble apartments seethe lustfully

aware of the rose-bush that pretties this up with: my love, you’re a flower but I fear the hidden thorns…I’ve rushed here to see you left condoms on window-sills melting peacefully by the candle dripping wax smells of romance

the mind is a meteor in changing revolutions, evolutions of beatings & smooth cosmos sailing, twist-a-little lose-a-little gain-a-little smash cash while universe salesmen tip brimmed hats in passing

Naked

I fall naked upon these naked pages
A sea upon a sea
The drift is quiet
Smooth
Unruffled
The varying depth is measured in miles

Life is everywhere
Words abundant
The haunting abyss
The endless sky
One pulse of Thought stirs all to Chaos
  Ask why I write?…

  for Order & Survival

Morning Minutes

Blurred morning minutes mixed with
caffeine bliss and
ambidextrous driving
Imaginary timers blaring
irritating beeps of
you-gotta-do-s and
now-you’re-late-s

Smiles in the rearview mirror
And little voices singing
happy songs

Nothing’s really wrong
Just a frantic panic stress attack
that disintegrates in time
into joys and loves of
life’s smallest moments

Mostly measured in minutes.

In Any Field

Love me in the grass
amongst weeds,
The thickest brush

Or in any field
within the gusts of
steady winds and
streaming sun

Under skies of
blue or black
Promise your love
the same

In any field the
desire to grow
breaks through the
covered decay

(ByronJorjorian.com)

Selfies

Selfies

It’s the new disco in
closets bathrooms bedrooms hallways
Anywhere the floor is yours
Crystal iball spins at your command

Someday we’ll look back and
be really embarrassed by the
clothes we were wearing

And I can’t imagine what
those without clothes on at all
will be feeling then

My Lucky Sandbox

Gunfire & Thunder sound the same
in the child’s sleep

They say repetition numbs the pain
Quells the fear
Conditions the mind

    Some are born on the bloodied frontline
    Cribbed by the chalk lines
    Nursed in the trenches

    I was nurtured in a lucky little sandbox
    Below our pretty flower box
    In the shade of an Oak

The acoustical waves
The cracks & pops
never really bothered me or
disturbed my sleep

unless it was raining.