You made me stand up
& salute your higher power
& in your hour of need,
I relinquished
my seed,
planted deeply
into the folds
of a living goddess.

Mister Nut Bag circled the shop
spouting off mindless diatribe,
like he was a ******* gear-Einstein,
but he didn’t know ****.

Everything he said was
total & utter malarkey,
that means some serious *******.
He looked like he hadn’t climbed since birth,
like when he climbed down from his mother’s womb
& been eatin’ carbs ever since.
A complete carb ****** he was,
certainly not a ******* hiker.

I wish I could’ve been
not politically correct,
tactless & unsavory.
I would’ve said to
Mister Know-It-All,
you fat ****,
**** a bag of *****.

I guess everybody's got their place,
arrogance has none
in our place.

There was something
wild about her feet,
something that really
drove you crazy.
She'd spend hours
painting them up,
a different shade
for each day of the week.
I mean each toe was beautiful,
a real work of art,
picture perfect
& when she hid
all of them
below the bubbles,
things really got hot
& I mean hot.
You'd forget about everything
with your head,
not in the clouds,
but underwater
& not ******* air,
but her beautiful,
her beautiful
painted toes.

I can write about sweet things, too.
Like the dreams we once had.
They were better
than milk chocolate
or wildflower honey.
Those summer rains
that coated the chestnuts
and those diamonds
that glittered off the lake.
You.
Oh you.
The Queen of The Jet Ski.
You said you could care less
about me
having no money.
You said you
would marry me,
then you died
on a lonely two lane road.
Nobody saw it coming...
it still hurts.

I've got ten minutes to get
from the spice bazaar
down to the coffee shop.

I've counted dozens of times
the number of steps
it takes to get there,
smiled hundreds of times
at the shopkeepers,
kids going to school
and tourists shooting snapshots
of my historical homeland.

My load's a bit heavier today,
these steel *****
sewn into this vest
are going to make one helluva mess.
It's going to blow my ***** off,
but what the heck,
who needs them,
I'll have virgins
to play with.

Have you forgotten me so soon.
I am butterfly kisses
under the full moon
glowing
through your panes.
The fingers of your
creative-mind,
playing our summer love tune.

I jumped in
between the cracks
traveling by Eurail pass
up & down the tracks.

My pockets were
stuffed full
of Melkweg stash
& all they needed
was cash,
a pin and
an empty glass.

And I was
the most popular
guy in that summer class,
this side of heaven.

Witnessing the curvature,
I touched the stars,
inhaled the gales
and burned my lungs,
communing with the Gods,
eyes shut.

Half the world slept below me
as I trudged up
the spine of majesty,
a massive stone sentinel resting
under the Milky Way galaxy
swirling above me
on this knife-ridgeline,
walking toward Heaven on Earth.

Told you my secrets
The whole town quickly knew them
Loose lips sunk my ship

I love the steady sound
of rolling thunder.
When it comes around,
it reminds me,
reminds of you
lying in the rain.
Your eyes were as beautiful
as a mountain meadow,
peering through the grey,
sweet visions of sunnier days
& we'd play for hours,
feel the power of the sacred Earth
trembling below our bodies
like rolling thunder.

Oranges & reds
crack the eastern skies
to greet the red-tailed hawk,
coffee brewing.

O those dogwoods thrill!

A fawn frolics with her doe
& every shade of jade
drops dew
as cottontails hop
amongst the deserted
moonshine still
in love.

I am
in Appalachia.

Coffee is brewing,
I'm tying my boots
& the sun has yet
to crack the sky.
It's a forty-five minute drive
to the trailhead,
but I wouldn't
catch myself dead,
wasting more valuable
hiking time in bed,
missing the sunrise
on Blood Mountain.

Evaporating dew
Chorus of songbirds singing
Work comes way too soon

Time for a cup of tea
A burning Nag incense stick
Sacred mat movements

Shadows dance upon the hemlocks
as falling sunlight kisses conifer-tops,
the warblers fight the settling breezes,
echoing the symphony of cicadas
whispering good night
to all the other beautiful trees
& wood spirits swimming
in the cool gurgling-creek.
Thank you Lord.

I was blinded
by her brilliant light,
a wisp of a woman,
she was hotter than a sunspot,
radioactive,
she started a meltdown,
singed
my parted lips,
scorched
my searching tongue,
seared
my wanton body
& charred
my aching bone,
then left me,
burnt
to a crisp.

Kissing you
is the sweetest
galactic act.

When you do it
the way you like to do it,
the order of the entire universe
gets disrupted
& that's why
sunspots having nothing on you,
fact.

I just want to be held,
feel my breath escape me,
the earth tremble,
and my soul melt
inside
of your universe.

Pins dropping morgue-like
Incessant buzzing inside
I can't hear sunrise

When you get
right down to it,
everybody wants something
from somebody.

And who can give me the feeling
one gets when the sun rises,
cracking the sky
with fiery colors
& making the birds
sing with such joy
like they do?
Pray tell
me,
who?

If someone could bring
me that much joy
then surely,
surely
together,
we would be blessed.

The element of surprise is all I've got.
I kept it from a past life
of knocking heads,
it cost the taxpayers
thousands.

In fact,
I can get so close to you,
I can rip your heart out
& show it to you
before you fall down
dead.
Ching ching.

O these tender,
delicate,
intimate
moments
with her!

I lie face deep
in her beauty,
frolicking through
her lovely-petals,
kissing her wantonly
inside her open
receptical.

I am a witness
to her glory,
such sweet swollenness
unfolding in raw splendor.
And with a mouthful of her pistil
& my eyes fixated,
I tenderly swirl her style,
gently nibble her stigma
around her white filaments,
taste magnificent anthers
loaded with
her sweet
delicious pollen,
I feel her explode
into the wind.

O thank you
Dear Lord,
I swallow Heaven,
which quite simply,
is sublime.

Gray skies drift above
dripping beads of rain,
I stand arms wide,
face towards
the hidden-sun,
mouth open,
tasting,
swallowing
Heaven's flow.

I looked up
*****-eyed
to see our streams
running down
on the insides
of your quivering thighs
& in my dreams,
swallowed the cascade,
every single drop
to nirvana.

In a frenzy,
I swallowed us,
we were delicious,
so tasty,
her and me
truly understand
the meaning
of love.

The room smelled
of stale whiskey,
the odor of cigarettes
hung in the dank room
like guano,
her snoring played
a macabre symphony.

Lying there alone
with my thoughts,
I reached an epiphany
& knew,
this was not the way it
was supposed to be.

All my life,
I'd heard stories
of shooting stars,
weak knees &
melting hearts.

And now,
I felt like a dead meteorite,
snuffed by reentry,
obilerated by myth,
broken hearted
& still wondering
if true love
really does exist.

I rolled over her arm,
tilted the near-empty bottle
& swallowed
the last drop
of stinging hope.

Once he was my constant companion,
I loved the way he soothed my soul,
took all my troubles away
& we played continuously,
frolicked hand-in-hand
throughout many a long night.
But the mornings always hurt,
I'd wobble and stare at the bloodshot eyes
staring back at me in my cracked ***** mirror,
my parched throat usually speechless,
until I finally
sang his swan song.

You are left here
all alone & bitter,
feel used up,
by those
who bewitched you
with promises of forever,
who took intimate-liberties
& who's to know
the result
of sudden karma?

Certainly Dear Child,
nothing lasts that long,
even swan songs
sung in hell
have an ending.

You might think I'm handsome
and look for ways
to make me see you.
You might fantacize
about the things
you know **** well
I could to do to you.
You can see it in my eyes.
Deep dark brown eyes
that can look into your soul
make your heart skip a beat,
make you go breathless.
And I know you shiver,
get weak in the knees
when I stand next to you.
So go ahead,
you want some of this.
Try me on for size.
It will be a perfect fit.
I can make you feel like
you are experiencing
Heaven on Earth.
But trust me,
you'll be sorry.
My stain will never go away.
It will stay in your bones
like a sweet bad disease.

Your skin is like the finest silk
& you lay tempting me,
so very smart.
I'd love
to play
& spill
delicious
warm
sweet
berry-milk
between your lovely *******
& watch it flow
down,
filling your button
& covering
your other
beautiful
hidden parts,
see you drenched.

Tonight, I journey
by moonglow,
press on,
over the miles
of towering sands,
with only
your beautiful vision,
the wonderful memory
of your tender kisses
& your lavender smile,
to spur me on.

You see
my Sweet Desert Flower,
they're locked
in my mind
for eternity.

You are sweeter than air,
an ethereal maiden,
I held you up
spread eagle
& when you
engulfed me,
you took my breath away
& the world rumbled
below my feet.

How can I get the taste of Heaven from my mouth,
but why would I want to,
you're so sweet.

She's all grace
on the outside,
speaks with the innocence
of the angels,
kisses with sunshine
& floats like heaven

But on the inside,
she's pure devil,
will set your heart on fire
& once smitten by her kiss,
believe me,
you're never coming back
from her sweet-hell.

She looked at me
with her pretty admiring-eyes
and said
she knew I was deprived
& I asked her how she knew.
Calmly she blew me a kiss
& whispered softly
licking her precious lips said,
she could smell me
through my blue jeans.
Sweet Jesus, she was smart.

I scribed your name
on my heaving chest,
breathless,
you rolled,
sweet lady
mess.

Lying & kissing,
her tenderness
exposed.

I travel earnestly,
gliding, sliding
north to south,
savoring my
return trips
down to tight-***,
then up swirling.

I nest inside
her flowery-folds,
inhaling beauty,
sniffing
succulent-fragrance,
so raw & inviting.

Boldly
kissing &
push-pulling,
I lick tenderly,
some flick-plucking,
exploring &
now thrusting,
increasing tempo,
I hear her breathing
heighten,
reach a higher level.

O her
intermittent
soft sighs,
she closes her eyes,
thighs trembling!

Her rock-hardened tips
swim her breast-ocean,
& wonderful back rises
up in arched-rainbow
as she reaches
a wild-crescendo.

Shuddering,
flooding &
curling her toes,
she screams, "Good God, Alleluia!"
& I know I've reached Eureka!

We lie breathless,
kissing
in repose,
aglow in a beautiful
sweet-nirvana.

You work yourself
into a frenzy
& you know
dear woman,
I love
licking the salt
off your contours,
so shut the door
& let me lick
your sweet saline,
please.

I am mad,
and I hear
her voice
snickering,
whispering,
spitting
hollow-words
about the fool
inside my head.

And she remains
trapped
inside
the recesses
of my skullcap,
lying
there
laughing
for taking me
to a sweeter place.

She left her mark on me
& I've never been able
to shake
her fragrance.

I've traced your lips a million times
& felt the presence of your raw form
above me
just as much.
And on many a night,
even at twilight,
and in the afternoon,
I have covered myself
thinking,
thinking only of you
Sweet Vision.

I have a fetish.
I call it her sweet dish,
she says it's her wishes
coming true.

You found my magic spot
you Sweet Witch.
On the underside,
with your lips & tongue,
you invented
a brand new
love spell
& stole my heart
for all eternity.

I'd swim there
forever,
in those delicate waters,
shimmering,
basking
in your elegance,
cascading
from
the pool in the small of your back,
down between
the beauty
of your womanhood,
in your succulence,
I'd dive.

Think how he felt,
chased relentlessly
on the ocean blue,
in high tides
& in low ones.

Powerful,
majestic,
he was a fighter,
not having much fun.

His blow hole
finally blew blood,
harpooned for his
blubber,
a little oil,
and a gold coin
nailed
to the mainmast.

Swim Moby swim,
may you carry on forever.....
blowing like the wind,
over the endless waters
& into the glorious sun!

David Crosby and Graham Nash,
"To The Last Whale: Critical Mass/Wind on The Water"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qoek1e8t2K4

O Dear Lady do you!
Do you desire me so,
do you long to feel
my gentle fingers
swirling, swirling
in between
the soft folds
of your fiery-mind,
touching your vivid imaginations,
you exposed & us so intimate,
your open heart exploding
for only me to feel,
do you see me?

They came
& they went,
disappeared
sometimes
in a puff
of pink-mist.
Top gave us
some great advice.
Love them like brothers,
but don't get too close,
'cause when
they
get burnt like toast,
their ghosts
will haunt you the most,
forever.
I didn't listen.
Now all I see
are their eyes,
all I hear
are familiar voices,
their agonizing screams
in the night winds.

Looking back
years later,
I probably should never
have been on that flight.
Here’s the reasons why……

Shortly after takeoff,
and three cocktails later,
I spied a gremlin hanging out
on Engine Two.
Every time I looked,
smallish with green skin and red lips,
it smiled with an impish grin,
then went about its business
dismantling the cowling.
It seemed like
I was the only one who noticed
the little creature.

Other people were looking out
of the same side of the plane and
nobody was saying or doing anything.
Had they slipped me something?
Was the gin spiked?
Was I hallucinating?
Was God sending me a message?

Needless to say
we landed safely in Bogota
a few hours later.
It was a beautiful vacation!
But on my return flight,
things turned sour.
I was busted
for possession of narcotics,
spent six years in
a Colombian prison,
it wasn’t Heaven.

Like I said,
I probably should have never been on that plane.
Now looking back years later,
I think the gremlin was trying to warn me,
I wished I had taken heed,
given up the thought
of trafficking.

Furiously
I shot you,
I shot you
in my image of you
& I kissed the empty air,
my body is on fire,
take me,
take me
away
dreamscape.