We Wanted To Continue

I'm ignited like never before I toss, turn
You wake me up breathing heavily sweating want
A fever on my skin, the blankets melt
Tossed off a light breeze joins our sweat and accentuates the heat
All sounds come muffled, as if from afar
Bodies failing at becoming each other take - he grabs her hair

Dog

Yield at the corner
Bare left over the sidewalk
At length you come to a precipice
Fall off
Trucks will blare horns, keep going
Block traffic
The hill is steep, walk diagonally
Let grills bludgeon you
Leave the road, come to an empty lot
Limp silently, do not disturb the world
Find a warm hood to lean against

And Now?

Departure days childhood beats torn
Lights are lit fever subsided
Rigamortis
Drum beats death tatoo
A smile, no, a smirk - a thought
Fear dissipates then snaps back
A dip, a trench, a well, no choice
Those old languid thoughts distant
My shadow falls in their direction
Ribs strain, cornea burn, a choke hold

The Machinery Of Heartbreak

The colors crisp on command
Leaves pulse their veins to the surface
Night lifts up her gauzy skirt
To show us her gyrating ebony thighs

This is the machinery of a heartbreak
We use tenderness as our currency
We also trade skin and breath
Sounds filter in and out
Tinny little tunes over an aged gramophone

We have divine abilities to fête Now
Spoons cap our tongues, curved to the metal
Delight in waning thought, deliberately
Break our own elaborate scheme
This is the machinery of a heartbreak

Twilight dinners rumbling noises distracted
By reminiscence in the melee
A thought reaches a thousand miles
Holding futures hostage - a stolen denoument
This is the machinery of heartbreak

Siphon, no, filter life through cataract eyes
Siphon life through the beloved idea's gut
Gut sovereignty to vacuous delight
Delight through juxtaposed heat - inhale a name
Name this the machinery of heartbreak.

Thrust into mangy memories
Clinging onto a worn skirt
Clamoring for attention
Alone in crowds
Charred

Creamy

I remember
A night by firelight
Ambling through alleys
Wrestling in pillows
Mumbling till morning comes

I, I am missing you.

No one knows it from my face
No one sees it in my settled pace
My mock-up state - my careless ways..

The world revolves around that night
Marmalade pieces of me and you
Evening salve, tincture for wounds
Mends torn boots with a slow embrace.

The noon of evening

Followed by the last stand of the sun

City lights drag their colors across a faded bridge
No one meets our eyes, cast away or drawn to playful crests,
Enveloped shade, hidden by moon drawn shadows

I, I am missing you.

No one knows it from my face
No one sees it in my settled pace
My mock-up state - my careless ways..

A night by firelight
Ambling through alleys
Wrestling in pillows
Mumbling till morning comes

Those shadows protect my expression tonight,

Carbon sky, dark delight, iris of your eye
Seek me out, and mask the day
Wool overcoat, a misty riverboat
City night, tonight, you're sauntering through my mind

A night by firelight
Ambling through alleys
Wrestling in pillows
Mumbling till morning comes

Moment Horizon

A slither of water in the distance, interrupted by forested land
Seeps a little into the ground, frozen in places. Crisp green blades jutting out here and there
The grey sky relents to a clearer ivory horizon
Magpies sift through turned over pebbles by a hillock
Roots overgrown swept by moss resent the intrusion
A sound echoes some distance and nuzzles into the cracked bark of a tree
Nature interrupted by lead, sap seeps green through intruding crevices
Sweet trickle, encasing a passing insect, dark fluid hits the soil, sits then sinks
Sap to soil through ivory pebbles, man and nature split by the horizon.
Silence descends, slithers through roots and leaves relax for the night

Curtains Between

There were moments that he spent wondering and obsessing over their moments together. What was happening? And then there were moments where things were so simply clear that he chided himself, no scolded himself for having tortured his childlike mind. This night was a simple one the balmy heat cut by chilly drafts from the machine.

He steps into their room shared for so long - unmoved by the time they'd spent - lost as to what had spawned those nestled moments and entangled passions. He looked her over - a dent on the large bed, a curled up hand, one heel on the other legs knee, mid-sprint in deep sleep. His body aroused, his mind numb, animalistic.

He thought she had served his purpose, but turned in his shorts, to look once again. Something soft and soothing creeped up his body. He was looking at someone who during the day is so far, lost to him. Pre-occupation launches them far apart. Just as in sleep. Near but separated by infinity, by rips in time-space.

It was clear then what must be done. And then, moments later it was unclear again. This vacillation had been lodged within him for days. He was a brute now: technical, surgical, specific. But he knew that just as powerful were those times when he was frightened, subdued, in need of care. He buttoned up his shirt, hung his flaccid tie around his neck and headed for the door. Behind him, small movements could be heard on the bed as she slowly swam back to the shallow end of sleep.

Hungry Couplets

Two of us below a make-believe canopy
Tell me a story; we probe each other


That first forbidden thought
Regretted immediately, then erased


Sneering smile easily decoded
Thrusting our fingers into each other


Nurture me, come slowly
Evening medicine; yearning quenched

Morning springs, strings untangle
Sunlight banishes midnight doubts

Delicious day, silent meditation
Blanketed rays, sweet melanoma.

Desire grows, evening awaits
Soft legs, white sheets.

Mental Seduction

Nurture me, come softly
Night medicine, yearning quenched.

Mine

Follow her home

Up the stairs

Sit at her door

Go through her mail

Has she been cheating on you?

Other visitors come and knock

You first saw her in the park

Brown hair, long and loose, tilted up

Her purse; one heel hitting pavement faster than the other

Imperfect girl, eyes a little dull

Shaded by past misfortunes

And tomorrow's anticipation

I follow her to a gravesite on Tuesdays

She crouches, puts a rose to her heart

And lays it before him, devoted

There's probably a poem about him in her nightstand

One of these days I'll get to read it

She steps back, looks down at ther hand and cringes

I follow her home again

I sit on the bench outside as her shadow

Runs routines through the curtain

Her silhouette stirs me:

The slow trun of her torso

The curve of her calves

Familiar design, an understandible figure

I lie down on the bench waiting for sunrise

Date-Night

We've fucked the romance

Out of mini-golf

Hit or miss

The clown opens its pink, fleshy mouth

Her swing no longer hardens me

But a stiffness does appear

In her coldly competitive stare

Where once was a banterous glare

I reach back into my bag of tricks

Pull out my largest stick

Once fun and offbeat

We're now Hollywood fucked jazz

Return

She urinated on him while he slept

It didn't change the smell

In the small room

No, perhaps it was slightly better

It masked the puke and

Thousands of pussies the sheets

Had seen

Semen soaked sheets

Virgin blood sheets

Dried up corsages

Like used up genetalia, under the sink

A bride's veil

Shotgun wedding

Stuffed in the A/C vent

Unrequited Love?

Bastard child

Fell our his whorish mother’s womb

Smells like piss and shit

Like the places he was conceived

Behind Dairy Queen

3 fingers left hand

And 3 thumbs

He bought her a beer

And undid his own pants

Little did she know

He just wanted to use the belt

Tight Strings

Trumpets playing tonight
Masked men enter in silence
And take their seats
Shiny shoes fast eyes

Flitting lashes
Wine drawn sighs
Stratospheric salted
Melodramatic masterpieces
Instruments of pleasure awaiting instructions

Spotlight on me tonight
Men in jackets ask for my number
I toss my hair and laugh
I give them what they want

Strings pluck, vibrate
Aggregate on the top of my head
The dissipate into the open mouthed girl

Amber Dreams

Sitting, straying, silted by the moment
In the hole, dim the lights
Take me home to Papa

Bring me a drink, filled to the top
Pink or white or red, dim the moment for me
Inside, soft velvet tongues
Talk about their day
In a way
That makes me chagrin
For Papa

Take me in, swish me around
But tonight we drink
Amber dreams satisfy me
But yet I dream of Papa

August ends tonight
I'm melancholy for old friends
And little words without meaning
Easy, easy August
Winter's coming, the sky tells me so
Papa, will you stay?

Winter's giving, winter's taking
Effacing buildings here and now
Papa's coming, Papa's going
But I'm just swishing Muscat around

Dearest, dearest where are you?
Lonely little me
Drinks got me
Musics got me
The city's got me in her spell
Come rescue me
Show me the way, Papa

Cuckold

Little bitch did me in
Cried and lied into my bed
Scratched her back left deep marks
Thrust her limbs into submission
Slammed her down with my hips
Traded blood for a 2 minute fuck
Bent her knees behind her shoulders
A clump of hair in my fist

Rucked In

Hello my sweet crotchety toe
Low, bruising and extremely cold
Fucked fabulous ridgid sheets rucked.
Tender, Torrid, tender, tend her.
Bitch mischievious in every stitch
Delight, pure and silly tonight.

Dance Me

Dip slide swing twist moving in another’s
Arms were made to encircle and swing you
Secure and frail made from glass and gravel
Frail strings plucked and teased into great bold tunes
Embellished with feathers of flutes abreast
And then dimmed by feathery whisps of light
Piccolos. Undimmed nubile sirens still
Moist air curls out towards a nubile thing
Curls away too if she cant swing beyond
Cool night air stirs the bass and the boy, too.

A Little Of You & Me

S1. He smells familiar to me
N1. A comfort chaos lent only
S2. A gift unconsciously given
N2. Knowledge of me flitters in her
S3. Settles into the parts of her
N3. Entwined with my soul threaded through
S4. My heart vibrating in my palm
N4. Silent dancing marionette
S5. My mind wanders to late autumn
N5. Strings drawn from dreams leaves twirl and waltz.

8 Blistering Thoughts

A breath of her
Stolen surruptitously from her
My self control stolen
I am totally myself
I fall into her
Wondering, Should I fall?
Knowing I will fall
Secretly wanting to know