My minutes turn to hours,
me thinking of her,
her magnificence,
her sweet innocence,
the way she moves,
the way she kisses
& some might think it to be
a waste of my precious time
to think of such things,
this burning infatuation
that leads me
to such
a fiery crescendo.

O darling,
I am on fire!

And if she only knew
the unlimited passion,
this sizzling desire
I possess,
I just know,
she would
turn back the hands of time
& waste me not.

O sweet mama,
I’ve drank enough whiskey
to stop an advancing army,
smoked enough ****
to seed the entire universe
with happier thoughts,
trying to **** my blues.

O little sister,
if you only knew of
the sunspots on my heart,
the ones blackened by my aches,
you’d be drinking and smoking too.

O dear lady, I cannot be happy
hurting anyone,
anymore!

I dream of you
sweet lady,
my flower child
smiling,
engulfing
the entire length
of my wet-tongue
deep inside
your own
moist imaginations
& succumbing
as I kiss,
I kiss
your
pretty
blossoming-flower.

O, I dream of you.

On it,
life and death are but mere thoughts,
but who has time to think
in the face of ice-winds
placing one foot in front of the other,
watching
the curvature
of the Earth
below the coming sun
fracturing reds
against the darkness.
O Jesus, how I miss the ridge lines.

Okay,
so the streets are mean out there,
out there in the jungle,
the only jungle you've ever known.
Street hustlers & pimps,
neon fuzzies
& sirens.
Motorino pizza.
No place like home,
okay.

Run your fingers
around in tiny circles,
trace my lips
all over yourself
& delight
in the
self-induced magic
you created
of me.

O Lady!
Can't you see
what you're doing to me
& you
do it
so splendidly.

I can tell by the way
your words move me!

I kissed your pretty lips
on an old photograph
& though it wasn't real,
it felt that way, 'cause
I never really told you
how I truly
felt about you
until now
it's too late.

O li'l darling,
you are the apple of my eye,
the sweetest girl
I've ever known,
I want to bask in you,
get covered with your holy sweat,
stay coated in your glistening
& I do hope your listening,
'cause I'm kissing
your sweet photo
crying.

A mirrored- image smiles
mischievously at me,
twinkling eyes
so full of fire,
an air of confidence,
what killer-desire,
that boy could set the world on fire.

I stand upright,
fists clenched,
fighting this urge to say, “Liar!”

For my smile goes down,
these brown eyes are tired,
the dance seems almost over,
my waning desires
have put out my fire &
I feel a bit dire.

O, Love me please mirror!

A chill gripped me this gray winter morn,
felt icy winds born in primordial forests
bringing a deadly-stillness.

Slowly,
slowly,
slowly
I walked up dead planks,
passed my smiling gargoyle,
crunching piles
of crinkled brown leaves
littering my way.

I smiled into the yellow haze of the rising sun,
watched squirrels run circles
on ancient trunks,
enticing the jays
screaming their dismay
above the din of trickling
fountain-waters.

The moment reminded me
of a gurgling mountain brook
& the time your gentle sweet caress
warmed my heart on a similar winter morn.

A granite sentinel
where zephyrs whisper,
courting the dogwoods,
busy wasps,
look,
there goes a bee,
a butterfly floating,
kissing cairns
in mountain time,
on blood.

O sweet miss,
please save me,
I want to be yours!

I want to infect you
with my charm,
not harm you,
fly on your
delicious-insect.

The pretty-one
you have
brightly-inked
above your
tasty love nest.

O little darling,
spread your wings open,
I want to float on your kisses!

The demands you made
left me shaking,
quivering in my
hard nail boots.
You sunk me with
your cuteness
& turned my heart
inside out.

You  confused me,
gave it to me good,
then spit our wanton souls
back into my mouth
& once I tasted us,
I was never the same,
daydreaming
endlessly.

Perhaps
I'm a bit more insane,
drained of
my fiery-spirit,
forever spilling
thrilling words now.

Nevertheless,
I do confess,
I guess,
once a muse,
always a muse,
I'm wild & wooly
to jump your bones
again.

It was a magical summer.
Lodi blared as fireflies glowed,
leaves fluttered in the pure winds
of those cool Georgian nights.

We scared them foxes
something good.
You were classic in
your favorite auto.
They peed in their pants
seeing a werewolf and me
driving around the park
in a beat-up Chevy Impala.

You’re gone now,
alcohol took you away.
I still have the mask
somewhere in a box.
I sure miss you,
those good times
and Fogarty.

Once upon a time,
I was part of a gritty
electrified bona fide love.

We blazed together,
basked in the warmth
of our ***, our true nature,
a sacred special place where
******-comforts satisfied.

Upon consummation,
we would laugh in ecstasy,
clinging onto each other
like we were the last humans on Earth.

It's not funny anymore,
writing
about such things,
the times when we were never alone,
like now,
thinking about
once upon a time,
all of the time.

We used to live in paradise,
we'd hang out on our roof
to catch a buzz & watch
the sun go down.

The crack of ***** would
waft up through the foliage,
girls would giggle
& the guys howl,
as we sipped merlot,
part of our private collection.

Iquanas would stretch their muscle
& I would count
the freckles on your back,
beautiful like constellations
in own little universe.

For it was only you & me,
lizards and pool halls
& nothing else.
And, it was truly Shangri-la.

I thought everything was sacred
between you & me.

Under the nirvana-sun,
we lost ourselves
inside each other,
you unlocked my soul,
you saw my blackened bones,
we kept each other's secrets.

Then you left me,
keeping them for yourself,
ones only you know
& me here alone
without a religion.

A closed mind is
a terrible thing to waste,
especially when written
with such eloquence,
those flowing words,
glowing with contempt,
speak volumes,
remain the window to your
feathered-heart,
one so faint & weak.

For a mad minute
we came down on ropes,
fanned out & secured a perimeter,
then sat there
for what seemed like hours.
Somewhere in the distance
a lone dog barked
as if infected.
A small fire glowed
from the East.

When the dust finally settled,
each star gazed down on us,
exposed, lying about
in sheer darkness.

Peering through goggles
of LED-green,
we witnessed only the jackals
that had surrounded us,
but came no closer,
as they sensed immediate danger.

And we were,
had enough firepower
to level a village
and then some.
I’m positive they found our target
the next morning,
a very bad guy missing his head
& nothing else.

But we left everything as we had found it,
not a single bush smashed
or button dropped,
just one more
on our
most wanted list
dropped.

I was a bully one time.
But I gave it up,
I didn't like how it made me feel.
I figured you can't hide in low self-esteem.
And besides, dealing family history
has never been my thing,

I awaken from a half-slumber,
a restless night of tossing & turning,
not breathing & splitting headaches.
A frozen mist coats
the inside walls
of my humble nylon-abode
& as I unzip the fly,
to greet the subtle warmth
of the radiant sun
on my stubble-face,
to see the curvature of the earth
swallowing the stars,
I realize,
I realize why I do this,
attempt to sleep
here,
on mountaintops.

Don't forget me.
I am in flight,
floating on the wind.
Maybe you can hear me.

I go inside
when I'm feeling down,
when I need some space.
And there I find my buddies,
real mofos I could really count on.
When your life is in the balance,
those are the people you want around.
That's why I go inside my head,
to keep their memory alive,
to protect me from
the phony people
out here,
out here on the outside.

It was by happenstance I read her,
she moved me with her verse,
her sweet demeanor flowed
through
her written word,
I felt the pain inside,
her search for self-realization.

She is a flowery summer treat,
I saw her pretty-eyes in space,
her infectious smile
dialed me in.

And whether or not
there’s ever any
L-word involved
is of no freaking consequence,
I am forever her mate,
that means a friend
on the same wavelength.

In the dead silence
all I heard
were the sweet smacks
of her delicious
loving,
tender kisses
gliding over my topography.

She was not just good,
she was great,
she knew everything,
I could feel by her movements,
she really cared about me.
The extra time she took
adoring me like she did
& the way she balanced herself,
I knew she would not
fall out of bed
onto
the hardwood floor.

And when she crawled up
on top of me & told me
she was ready,
it blew my mind,
it made me go crazy
right out of my head
removing her silken-teddy.
But I was steady too.
I made sure not to make
any extreme jerky movements,
'cause those floors were hard.
The last thing I wanted to do
was end up in a heap
in the middle
of the nasty hardwood floor.

My life surrounds me
in disarray
it seems,
in big dreams,
in high adventure,
fantasies & histories,
the scribblings of poets,
the words of scholars,
the writings of common people,
and the wisdom of sages.

Pages & pages of diatribe,
configurations told in
stories from the soul,
bleeding hearts,
fancy covers and some not so,
but as real,
as different
from the next true fable,
straight from
the same universe.

And if you really want to know me,
if you even care,
gander at my collection,
take a quick peek,
stay awhile &
read what's on my shelves.

And just so you know,
I really would like to know
what's on yours,
truly
I would.

Oooohhh take me,
take all of me,
choke on your
burning desires.
That's right,
don't fight me.

Oooohhh baby,
what's the matter,
kitty cat got your tongue?
Meow...meow.

Oooohhh, we're having
some real good fun now.
Yowza!

Will you look at that rush!

Ohhhhhhh your starry-eyes
are forever imbedded
in my mind
& you should know by now
my lovely doll face,
every picture tells a story...

When my empty bed whispers
& my room smells primordial,
I am always open
to remedial training,
other ways to see the light,
to succumb to the fight.

It's times like these
when one considers
throwing in the towel,
letting your guard down
to get loose & open up
to new experiences,
electric ones.

O pretty little flower,
I pick you,
you are the beauty,
the one,
the one I want
to take home
& treasure
for an eternity.

O pretty little flower,
I pick you,
you are the one,
the one
that makes
my heart beat
forever.

O pretty little flower,
I want your
precious petals
to grace my face.
Yes, you are the one.

O Sweetheart,
some guys might,
but I don't mind
you sitting above me.

O Darling,
it gives me
great pleasure
to watch our
sacred-connection,
to see the kind looks
on your pretty face
as you move
up and down,
to and fro.

O Honey,
you know exactly  
what you do to me,
glide so playfully,
so effortlessly
on my lying-position.

O My Love,
you are a Rare Goddess,
your meekness goes
out the window
behind our closed doors,
And like me,
you want
more & more.

O Rare Goddess,
I am your loyal subject,
I will oblige your
sacred-whim
willingly,
not fight it,
I beg of you,
please take me
to your Queendom!

His belt glows brightly
along with Canis Major
heavenly hunters

It's really not a great mystery
why my feathered friend
loves the sunrise.
To witness such brilliant colors
crack the sky
& kiss the receding darkness,
brings real joy to my eyes,
answering the riddle.

O sing,
sing songbird sing,
ring in the beauty
of a brand new day
& if you could,
please craft a song,
please craft a song,
a song just for me.

O Sweet Darling,
please,
don't you hide,
just stand up
& push aside
your pretty white-lace,
let me face
your flowery-magic,
get lost in
your sweet music.

O Sweet Darling,
I love the sounds
of your cascading thoughts,
crave the delicious taste
of your raw love-flow,
it makes me crazy,
not insane,
takes me to
a higher plane.

O Sweet Darling,
you should know by now,
what you do to me,
you bring me to my knees,
letting me savor
your exquisite-wares,
you're my only desire,
my one and only,
my paradise found!

I hope you dreamt about me
last night,
the same way
I dreamt about you.

It certainly was not a nightmare,
but a tale of great passion.
You lay with me,
your gorgeous hair
sprawled everywhere
covering my nakedness
with visions of grandeur.

And when I awoke,
your rare fragrance
had permeating my skin,
making me wonder,
believe
such dreams do come true.

O sweet dreamer,
can you smell me darling
& did you dream about me
alone in your bed last night?

O sweet girl,
you lie so seductively,
teasing,
teasing me to no end.
You push,
you pull,
every single night,
you spread things
open to my delight.

O sweet girl,
you have some serious-magic,
you're a classic lady,
your moves & thighs,
your pretty-gorgeous-eyes
& heaving *******
drive me freaking-delirious,
you constantly
put me to the
passionate-test.

O sweet girl,
I must confess,
you are a delicious pearl,
please,
let me shuck you
tenderly,
savor your fluffy treasure,
play with a feather,
I can give you the
ultimate pleasure.

O sweet girl,
guide me,
take me deep
into your vise,
make me work
for your satisfaction,
hold me tight,
I promise not to fight.

O sweet darling,
it's much much more
than just a physical attraction,
it's a pheromone reaction,
hot-action made in Heaven,
******,
not neurotic.

O Sweetheart,
I love your ways.
The way you dangle above me
& the way you drape
your beautiful hair
right down onto my chest.
I love the way you move your hips,
their circular motion
is your way to my heart.
I love the way you smell
& the way you perspire,
the way you bite your lip
& the way you arch your back.
I love the way you scream
in the middle
of our hot love-battles,
the way you shake
uncontrollably
& flood me,
I just love it.
I love the spooning
& the cuddling
& the kisses
& the whispers
afterwards.
O Sweetheart,
I love your ways
always.

Awakened by your flood,
I am burning up,
breathless,
so warm to the touch.

Over and over,
you came to me
in my dreams
last night.
I did not fight you,
you made me your own.
Visions of your
serpentine-body
gripped my attention,
it was a beautiful haunting,
you & me,
so wanton.

O sweet spirit,
please,
I am alone
basking,
please,
come again,
please.

O Sweet Thief,
let's play
our fun game of
cop and robber.
So Miss Crook,
stand up straight there,
face against the wall
and spread 'em
wide.
I'm going to frisk
you deeply,
ever so slowly
for my heart,
the one you stole,
have hidden inside.

O, I love it when we play
our little game,
the one where I arrest you,
when you place your hands
against the wall,
have your legs spread
& I frisk you
playing cop.
It's so exciting
when you resist my arrest,
then after
a gentle cavity search
you beg me not to stop.

O, I can't wait to play
our doctor game next,
the one where you
lie on your back naked,
fully disrobed
& I slowly probe you
on the table,
give you
a complete physical
with my hardened-instrument.

O, you're such a good sport,
I can't wait to play,
the games we play!

I imagine
cool crystal seas,
visualize pretty daisies
in her flowing hair.

O these pangs,
my hunger
is there,
is there
anyone
else
out there
for me...

My eyes remained transfixed on her,
her,
beautiful her
trembling
in the throes
of furious passion
& as I swallowed,
swallowed us,
I became addicted,
addicted
to our sacred elixir,
surely given to us
by the gods & goddesses
in Heaven.

O Truly,
we are blessed!

It happened just like that,
kind of like peanut butter and jelly.
And she knows it.

I hurt my knees with you
& you cherished
my back kisses,
you craved
my red hand prints.

It wasn't what we needed.

Yet I remain,
....
breathless,
thinking of
our stronghold.

I dream about floating,
being engulfed by
your soul,
immersed in the
freshness of your heart,
& you cradling me
in your loving arms.

And in my imaginations,
we are joined at the hips,
exchanging
the greatest gifts
of the gods
& between us,
our love does flow,
cascades in splendid torrents.

The skyline's changing,
there's a condominium
built up on the lake,
at our secret place.
the place where
we held hands,
first kissed
& skipped stones
& wished on falling stars,
where I found my first arrowhead.
Some of the best places
sre long gone....
and my heart cries
on your sweet memory.

Some things,
those acts we did
in rapture
will stay with me
forever.

Someday
they will
lie down with me
quietly
in the grave.

And though
you are gone now
my love,
rest assured
my lips are sealed
to the bitter end.

You looked so sweet tonight,
your hair was perfect,
you smiled with cute dimples
& the scarf was nifty.
Vapor drifted from you mouth,
it was that cold,
but a fire burned
inside me.

You made me
harder than a rock
& I wanted you bad,
but I didn't say a word.
Our time will come.
You know that.
I can't wait.

I miss those long days
and nights out in the pass.
We'd chum for hours,
drop our stainless leaders,
huge hooks baited
with oily mackeral.

Polishing off  
ice-cold Miller's
by the case,
telling ridiculous stories,
lying to each other's faces
about our love lives.

It was the definite high life,
no significant others.
just our mothers,
who didn't pay our bills.

Oh, I loved
catching
those killer fish
we'd through back
& whistling tunes
out under the stars,
out in the pass.

Let yourself go now
Relax, you're flowing waters
Flying like eagles

Someone once said,
kids say the darnedest things.
People say we're teaching kids,
but the reality is,
they're teaching us.

I overheard a young child
in the grocery store yesterday.
It was in the check out line.
The young one was tugging
on his mother's sweater & out of
the mouth of that babe I heard,
"Mommy are all people butting in line *******?"
Everyone turned to look.
"Shhhhhh", she said,
"honey, they might hear you!"
I thought, what the hell,
those kind of people should know better
than to set that kind of example
with small children around!

Someone once said,
kids say the darnedest things.
People say we're teaching kids,
but the reality is,
they're teaching us.