O Babe,
how can I tell you,
I get so crushed,
I feel just as broken,
it was never my intent
to break yours apart too?

This time of the year
my sinuses keep me awake.
I drain one side
then flip.
Drain the other side,
then flip again.
It's a ritual that seems
like it has no end.
Jesus,
I need to find a local honey
to stop this madness.

One day
in the future,
I'm going to pen an epic,
but for the moment,
please forgive me,
my mind
can't stay focused
for that long.

I splashed onto your crown,
slid through your gorgeous hair,
rolled down over your beautiful shoulder
& scrumptious blade
to your lower slender-spine,
where I pooled for a second,
before quickly disappearing
over into your sweet crack
touching your soft-petals,
cascaded to your inner thigh
& onto your muscular calve,
moved alongside your ankle
to the short distance
between your toes,
where I fell,
swirled into the drain.

The heating blanket is my friend,
it keeps me warm in my cocoon,
safe from the cool drafts
of the spinning fan,
who keeps me company,
constantly circulating
the stale air
hanging around,
above me
in my empty room.

Lay your head down
my pretty little lady,
don't be afraidy.
it's time for a rest
& I'm going to give
my best to thee.

You'll see sweet darling,
as you slumber,
I'm going to come a'courtin'
& spread
my love-vapor
over you,
give my best to thee.

Every ounce of me honey,
all of my sinew
& every vein in my body,
you will feel,
as I give
my best to thee.

And when you awaken,
I will not have forsaken you,
you will know,
yes sugar,
you'll know,
I gave my best to thee.

He ran two stints in 'Nam,
his face is a jumbled mess of scars,
rat poison runs through his veins,
half his teeth are missing
when he smiles
& the eight ball
inked on his forearm
says it all.

This is a guy
you don't want
to rile up and
if you do,
you do so
at your own risk.

I'm really glad I can call him
my buddy Clint
& I'm going
to keep it that way,
I'd like to live
another day.

Scott hung stolen-gold
from his skinny crack-neck,
loved selling it too,
had a briefcase full of chains
& pocketfulls of dough.

And Mister Joe,
Mister Joe our resident chemist,
kept the bowl full,
forever cooked **** up,
invented special blends of snow,
crafted pink rock
that made us forget
our troubles,
blew them up
in smoke.

Louise, O sweet Louise,
you craved the tube snake boogie
and having your clam baked
with every two-legged man in sight.
You tried to save me more than once,
but I couldn't take a number,
be another knave.

Janice, wild-eyed sister Janice
spoke to us in multiples
and it was strange
how we all understood
your fractal language
& enabled you
to turn the pages
of your pain.

Well my sick friends,
you're all dead now,
except you,
you,
you the smiling child,
the schizophrenic one.

It was in my darkest days,
that you took away my pain.
You became my one & only,
my eternal companion,
we had it all,
you and me.
So loyal
you are,
so patient,
you were
always by my side.
You wept,
you laughed,
you remembered,
you gave me the freedom
to express my deepest fears,
you allowed me to open my heart,
you gave me romance,
you granted me this beautiful dance
& you gave me the love for all humanity.
But like all great friendships,
there comes a time,
it's inevitable,
this time of great sadness,
it is the hardest thing to do.
We shall never,
we shall never forget,
the memories
we made here
together.
Until,
we meet again,
I bid you adieu.

I walked alone with Incan spirits,
lost in my own thoughts
trailing downward
over maize-covered fields.

I breathed chilly air
with the condors
wearing neck gaiters,
thinking
how lucky I was
to commune
with jet stream angels,
safe and in one piece.

My Drill said,
"Jump soldier."
I asked him,
"Why &
how high
Sergeant?"
He said,
"That doesn't matter boy,
yours is to do,
not to ssk why,
just die."

Do you remember the way it used to feel.
Well Sugar Lips,
it may not have been with me,
but you do remember
how your body felt like steam,
all your dreams floated on your fingertips,
magic spells melted your huge heart.
So, it’s okay if I ain’t the one Honey Pie.
They tell me I’m damaged
& my eyes aren’t brown,
they’re black,
but I don’t believe them
anyways.

She had that cute impish smile,
would flutter about
with her wings
hanging out.
And when I filled her
with my warlock-glitter,
she'd flood my soul
with fairy blood,
O such a sweet nymph!

I want to tie you up,
break out **** devices

Every now and then a smell comes my way,
a whiff from another time blasts my senses
reminding me in a vivid olfactory way,
how some things used to be.

From cigarettes to cotton candy,
road **** to patchouli,
campfires to Acqua de gioia,
fresh summer rain
to nearby lightning,
bacon to honey,
the memories unfold,
telling me I'm a little bit older,
but I'm not losing my mind,
seems my grey-cells are still intact.

I wanted to love you
with all my heart
and prayed so strongly,
it became used up,
my heart felt done.

And I became inspired about a summer love,
surely she is somewhere now watched by all the angels above, her kindred spirits.

So long ago, we sailed the cat to St. John's isle,
where we'd sit and chat for hours on end,
sending good vibes to each other, enraptured,
smothered in our own astral plane.

We were totally exuberant, not criminally-isane,
in fact a bit silly, those googly-eyes we made,
along with the Myers & pineapple,
tickling each other's fancies.

We'd dance to Marley and Tosh,
do the limbo in our tie-dyed brilliance,
under the sun in that tropical paradise,
I think about of you so often.

The old boy
was comforted by morphine
when he flatlined,
gave up the ghost
in a gurgling-manner,
then went ashen.

He was surrounded
by his loved ones,
eleven of which
were once held
by such large fingers,
but what seemed to me
at that sad moment,
just tiny hands,
I touched
tearfully.

I never sleep,
only my
nymph is asleep.

It's quiet here
at this time,
except
for the light rain,
its tears rolling
down my pane.
It's moments like these
when I cry inside
remembering,
remembering you
lying here
next to me
in the dark.
I traced
your sweet lady-form
with my finger
and you giggled girlishly,
holding my heart.
It was wonderful darling.
I remember too,
I remember
how much you loved the rain
& our quiet
tender moments.
And now all I trace
are my lips
missing you.

My lips tasted
Heaven
once
between us
and you sighed
a sigh of satisfaction,
your breathe escaped you.

As I searched inside
your soft folds
everything
became meaningless,
except the stars around us
and my inhalation.

I camp solo &
like it that way.
For there I wish
under a halo of milk,
heaven's brilliance
splashed across
the endless sky,
where dreams are made
& nobody's there
to see,
to witness me cry
my lonely tears.

I lay here in the dark
thinking
the conditions are perfect,
Your temperature
is wonderful,
so fine,
the moisture,
this wetness is just right
& you have
the proper
ingredients,
you are of the Earth
tonight.
Now for some magic...
wake up Honey,
come alive,
don't be elusive,
you are not
a dead log!

I hate klepto-roommates,
get sick and tired of waking up
to find my personal food missing.

They never leave
any thank you notes
or a tiny bit of cash,
just lots of
empty dishes & boxes.

******,
that thieving-behaviour
really ****** me off,
makes me want
to smash them in the kisser,
but I totally abhor violence,
so I came up
with a method to fix
their selfish actions-
I put anchovies on everything
& it works,
even when they're drunk.

O My mind,
my creative
tortured mind
constantly slips,
slips inside her.
I think of ways,
ways to give her
my magic touch,
to rock her.
And it seems so vivid,
so vivid it seems,
I can feel
her heartbeat
trembling,
taste her skin
sweating,
with me standing,
standing straight up
on my own two feet
behind her,
whispering
sweet,
sweet
nothings.

My mind is forever playing
sensuous-tricks on me,
constantly,
I am engulfed
by your moist-tenderness,
crumpling my silken sheets,
hugging
& kissing my
empty pillow
& still lying here
alone.

I want to write an epic,
paint a canvas with a masterpiece,
but time seems to rob me,
of putting it all together.

Creativity comes in spurts now
& I have to capture it
before it disappears,
hence my mini-epic,
this short-masterpiece.

You showed me
Heaven,
your sweetest
softest spots
& I was mesmerized
by your eyes
& so many other things
you showed me.

O Sweetheart,
I think I know
the true meaning
of electronic love.

O surely,
you're sent
from somewhere above!

I lie in darkness
Simon and Garfunkel spin
Silence in my head

No matter what they've done to me,
I will always kiss them.
It's my nature
& I'm not sorry
for this loving heart.
Please forgive me.

She's not silver-tongued,
she's golden-tongued.
She knows just what to say,
to soothe me,
to excitement me.
She takes me to her
own little world
with the things she tells me.
I could survive on her word,
inhale them to feel alive
& I do feel alive.
If she only knew the
effect her mouth had me,
she'd be a true believer in love,
'cause I'd show her
in my own special way.

You mumble your words,
gagging,
get tongue-twisted
deep, I seep
pure adrenalin-laden
love into your
smacking lips,
with my point-of view,
loving us like this.

O Miss,
I do confess,
you became
my pretty little target.

I put you
in my crosshairs
& you,
you told me
to give it to you good,
to give you
my best shot
& I did,
I shot you deep,
right into
your bullseye
& you cried,
"Thank you Sir,
may I have another?!"

You are surely an angel
sent to me from
the great Heavens above.
My imagination ran wild,
this loving-mind wandered
over the hottest images of you,
lying here with me
in your lady-splendor,
your wings folded under.

I inhaled your sweet scent,
my slow kisses
tasted your pearly-skin,
these tender-teeth nibbled
& gently pulled
your most sensitive spots.

My wet lips met yours,
tasted your ripened-fruit,
while these fingers
worked melodic
circular-magic,
you covered me
with your
bountiful succulence,
fulfilling me,
satisfying
my pure
angelic
dreams of you.

Steam singes
the surface
of my purple heart
& in my mind
she spins
a spider-web
of heartbreak.

I dream of you & slumber,
constantly finding myself
in these hardened-states,
seeking relief from
such sensuous visions,
I explode with you.

And if you only knew
the depths of
my rapid eye movements,
you'd be sleeping
with me too.

Cool winds blew
ripples
across our lake today.
It'd been a long time
since I ventured up this way,
it's so different
when you're alone.

It was rather eerie,
there wasn't a single sound,
I really wished you
had been around,
your sweet voice
held warmth.

Last time you were here,
I remembered you
wearing camo,
that pink baseball cap
pulled tightly over your ears,
you maneuvered the boat
like a pro,
didn't scare
a single duck.

I didn't know you'd
never be here again,
just my rotten luck.

Soon I will be
a fallen tree in the forest,
lying gently
next to the silent others
& if you listen intently,
you might just hear
the rush of the wind
as I fall for the last time.

Silent spinning friend
You give me nice cool breezes
While I contemplate

When I see myself
disappear
inside of you
& feel the way
you grip me,
I know I am
close to Heaven,
nearing my salvation,
my holy deliverance.

I get there
when we explode
together,
emptying my soul,
as you shudder
in multiple waves
& I am saved.

It was out
in the middle
of Cinnamon
that the night
belonged to us.

Not a single soul
was in sight,
we were engaged,
intertwined,
hanging
onto each other
with all of
our might.

We clung to our
own bouy line,
like jellyfish
enraptured,
electric.

We left a chum line
of sweat, tears, and other
soluable materials
we exchanged,
given to us
by the Gods.

We watched
a falling star,
tumble,
disappear
into the Pleiades.

You were mystical
and I was a mystic.

I am surrounded
by silent bamboo.

There is no growl
coming from tiger's toothy grin.

A neon blue butterfly
is not at all startled
by the flying red dragon
descending from gray.

Mister Samurai and Miss Geisha
smile affectionately,
while muted love birds tweet
near  
the angry
crab-warrior.

I listen,
I listen
and I hear
the petals falling off
the chain of flowers
blaring.

I find magic in things,
in things
here.

I write my poems
in between
sets of pumping iron.
This is my sanctuary,
my stronghold,
the place I go
to remember you
& the better times.
Clank,
clank,
clank,
I miss you.
Thank you
for those days...
darling.

In my deepest slumber,
when the moon is at its peak,
I have endless thoughts
of you & me
streaming warmth,
fullfilling
my sweetest dreams,
you lying under me.

I told her
I could eat her
from the inside out,
that I was really hungry
& she smiled,
she seemed totally interested,
she said
she had more recipes to cook up,
recipes we could both enjoy.
Then she high-tailed it
to the kitchen
& I don't know
what she's cooking up,
but boy,
does it smell good.

Honeydew wine water,
a cool refreshing stream.

Peaches & cream,
succulent like
rare corn-fed beef.

Wildflower honey
& peppermint sticks,
the finest of teas,
so invigorating.

What do you taste like
fine lady,
pray tell,
please.

My appetite is wondering,
these taste buds are
screaming
to know
your flavor.

O I long for her to **** me,
I wish she'd bite me hard,
gulp every drop
of my hot blood
& fill her sweet *****
with my splatter.

O what matter,
I am in love
with her touch,
her gaze is magnificent
& I want to be hers
forever.

I had watched her walk nightly
along the promenade for weeks,
the swing of her sweet-hips,
the twirl of her pretty-hair
was
thrilling &
it was killing me
not take her down
the first time.

Her warm flow was my desire
& when I finally
grew the weakest,
I took her,
all of her,
held,
squeezed
her body next to mine
& ****** lustfully,
swallowed every drop
of her delicious core.

The marks I left
on her delicate neck
proved
my vampire-moment....

Yesssss,
she was hot,
so very tasty!

I have my stacks,
my stacks of poetry
& science fiction
surrounding me.

Haiku
& Thoreau,
Gibson
& The Wasp,
Shakespeare & Poe,
amongst lots of others.

And in those moments
I'm high on green tea
& cheesecake,
I hear their whispers,
calling out,
calling out to me
& oh what comfort,
how soothing it is
when the books talk,
they're not fakers,
reminding me of love,
the starry heavens above,
nature & androids,
humanoids & war,
a little bit of peace.

And you know
my good friends,
I don't need *****
or ******* cigarettes
to tuck me in at night,
just my whispering books,
everybody should
have some lying around,
just to hear their murmuring.

I slipped behind you
on all fours,
bypassed your chantilly lace
squirming,
I traced your lovely form
and me,
the naked summer worm,
fell smitten.