Metallic bead necklaces,
in reds and greens, and golds,
dangle from necks,
and twirled around fingers.

Two foot tall
color changing glasses,
containing hurricane forces,
stirred with massive straws.

Quarter is invaded,
by screaming masses,
eating sweet colored cake,
hoping not to find a baby.

Briny boils and spice,
ignite tastebuds,
and start a sweat,
adding to the humidity.

Fried dough topped
with powdered sugar,
like a blizzard of sweetness,
brought by du monde.

Reptiles coast through bayous,
ghosts escape mausoleums,
ancient religions create
and control the living dead.

Handfuls of joy,
wrapped up in lace,
serpentine curves,
a pleasure to trace.

Removing her layers,
back to her core,
like peeling peaches,
your just want some.more.

Smooth tan skin,
capped in pink,
unleashing her beauty,
I stare with no blink.

The smell of perfume,
the taste of her skin,
with warm exhaled breaths,
and then I begin.

Exploring her slopes,
circling around,
my tongues an explorer,
searching base to the crown.

When at last my mouth,
envelopes the prize,
she let's out,
pleasured moans and sighs.

Camouflaged Jack Frost infiltrated covers,
worming into the bed in a military crawl,
starting at my feet he slowly creeps in,
even slithering into my socks.

Slowly up my legs, he oozes,
eventually sapping all my heat,
I toss and turn and turn and toss,
but that just gives him more room.

I get up to free myself from his icy grip,
headed to the thermostat on the wall,
pressing the screen to increase the temperature,
the fan icon spins, but the real one doesn't turn.

Tripped breaker, Mother Nature wins,
I bundle up to go do battle outside,
the wind batters me as flurries fall,
I pry open the icy breaker box.

Icecicles fall, threatening my toes,
like ***** traps set for me,
a pile of snow falls off the house,
and down my collar, as winter fights.

But I win the battle this time,
I flip the tripped switch and the heat kicks on,
slipping and sliding back into the house,
the war continues outside.

The world is filled with lies and hate,
the human race deserves its fate,
another flood, or maybe from space an asteroid,
or maybe well just hang around till the earth we have destroyed.

Shall we play a game, sure how about global thermonuclear war,
no one will win, but we all will know the score,
winter sets in for a thousand years,
only a few will survive through much pain and tears.

Shed for the planet and for loved ones lost,
those who pulled the trigger didn't understand the cost,
trapped in a bunker hundreds of feet under the ground,
they couldn't feel the heat but they could hear the sound.

Booms of thunder, and explosions untold,
like stories from the bible about the days of old,
those not burned up, or evaporated in the blast,
will wish that they had been, as they cannot last.

Terminator or the Matrix, or Planet of the Apes,
it really doesn't matter as we can't escape,
an alien experiment that has gone awry,
maybe to the stars, some of us will fly.

Decide your fate,
walk around the lake,
with me holding hands,
for so long I have planned.

Summer sun sinking down,
laying you upon the ground,
blue jean shorts and bikini top,
pull them off, just don't stop.

Her hair up in a ponytail,
on a bronzed body, I set sail,
first to starboard, then to port
heading toward her last resort.

As darkness sets,
I close all bets,
bullets fired from a gun,
I guess this means that I have won.

My angel lays on unfolded wings
my heart it suddenly sings,
beauty captured in the twilight,
forever burns in my eyesight.

Out passed the boonies,
and out passed the docks,
off of the paved road,
and on to the rocks.

No sidewalks, no street lights,
no stores to be found,
only open skies and pines,
song of birds only sound.

Crystal clear water,
as smooth as glass,
a deer walks on by,
mouth full of grass.

No cell phone reception,
and a cooler of beer,
a bag chair and tent,
I'm glad to be here.

Fishing rod and tackle box,
and some sandwich stuff to eat,
being on the backside of nowhere,
is one hell of a treat.

Pressured darkness,
movements surround me,
bioluminescence glows green,
back toward the surface.

Xenophyophores lie silent,
in the syrupy coldness,
a snailfish glides by,
ignoring me completely.

Sinking in the gray ooze,
every step is a challenge,
as I head downhill toward
the Challenger Deep.

Surprisingly it is not silent here,
baleen whale song tickles my ears,
as does the sound of propellers,
from many miles away.

Now, completely alone,
as I bottom out,
squeezed and frozen,
in the blackness.

Nothing here save some microbes,
invisible to my eye and ear,
I've had enough,
I begin my long ascent.