Tons of metal travel circadian
as I snail along the promenade
resting at each traffic light.
Pondering the meaning of life,
I spy hundreds encased
in their metal tombs like me,
foreign and domestic.
Some have bigger tires
than others.

I used to think I was the toughest
guy on the planet.
I was invincible.
Nothing could stop my risky ways.
I was going to climb it,
fight it, slam it,
love it any
way I could.

And that's how I played it,
***** to the wall,
full tilt boogie,
crankin' it up to the max,
all the time.

Oh yeah, I did find success,
I found trouble too.
I've eaten humble pie,
cried myself to sleep,
spent thousands on big mistakes
on more than one occasion.

Traffic tickets,
scars & broken hearts
seemed my mantra.
Those things have
taught my *******
that stupid ****
can't last forever.

I'm on my way back from the abysses.

I am surrounded by empty booths
& four sides clothed in beige,
highlighted by hanging globe- lanterns casting a serene aura.

The swing of the kitchen door
greets me, the lone patron
who has placed his order
for miso soup &
white sticky rice.

My placemat educates
me about the zodiac &
I can almost hear the
creaking of the bamboo
painted on the walls,
it leaves me
feeling nice
inside.

I love the valley,
it's so pleasing
to travel there.

Fresh breezes,
thick bushes,
such summertime fun,
sweet-waters flow.

I am invigorated
by the deep well,
I fall right in,
savor the smell.

I could dwell there
'till winter comes,
then some more
after spring.

Golden Bears & those Delawares,
Gay Paree was in the mix.
Now it's those hamsters...
**** it,
three kisses.

Traveling through space
with her
while lying in bed
is magical, really
beyond description.

She took me to Venus,
but not before we circled
the globe twice,
slipped through
the Aurora Borealis
& landed on Mars.

Orion winked when
I filled her
cookie-jar cannister
full with an extra
load of rocket fuel.

Ground control
gave up on Major Tom,
'cause there's a new astronaut
on the block.
Just ask her.

Treeman's
a little dude,
a bonsai,
but he's hung,
*****,
***** and all.

I told her to back up,
to back up to my parted lips
& she said
she only wanted to go forward,
yet, she knew better.
Always the trendsetter,
she giggled
in her ecstacy
& mine.

I lay under
your rainbow
mesmerized,
mouth opened
earnestly
tasting honey,
your tenderness,
with fury rising,
I see your points
above me,
believing.

I laid there staring
at the ceiling fan spinning,
grinning about the night before
& thinking
what happens
in L.A.,
stays in L.A.
**** skippy.

I could barely see
through my red,
tasted my Marlboros
like they were liquid,
felt lost in an illusion.

I tried to whistle Dixie
& forget about
the pretty sleeping
pixie
lying next to me,
buck naked
& snoring like a buffalo.

But how could I?
She drove a Mazda
with Andretti-skill
& cooked a mean plate
of spaghetti.

Her lips were Mona Lisa
smirky & she made me crazy
with moves she's said she learned
from reading ****** poetry.

I loved the fact
she loved fine art
& traced her constellations
with my kisses
until she awoke
& loved me again
sinfully.

No silver spoon fed my mouth,
it was something different.

The school of hard knocks
rapped on my head &
I worked
my tail
off to get my gold.

And despite the glitz,
all this glamor,
there’s still
something missing
that's killing me.

She told me
I'm her best friend,
wanted to hang out
with me after work,
get to know me better.

But I got a strange inkling,
an odd feeling that
trouble followed her
no matter where she goes.

So I told her I have
some of those already,
friends who cause
me trouble.

She got really ******,
said in a nasty tone,
"Never mind then!"

Wow, I didn't think
she'd react that way,
I think it burst
her troubles bubble.

Up one side
& down the other
you crawled,
scenting me
with your warm desire.
I have been in *******
to you
since the beginning of time.
That means forever Darling.

I'm not one to believe
in vicious
hot-rumors,
but I'm told
there's a hungry beast in you,
waiting to quench my thirst,
this hunger for faith.
And I don't know whether
to believe it or not.
But like I said before
I don't believe
in vicious
hot-rumors,
just subtle,
well.....
maybe bold innuendo.
Please unlock my door.

Friction and kisses
Hot intimate positions
Primordial flow

And where are
those fields of clover
the lovers tell us about?

Pray tell me,
where is the sunshine
those romantics write of?

And those feelings of grandeur
odists shout about,
I am frantic
to find.

The Davinyls sang it right,
'cause I do
touch myself
when I think
about
you,
especially when
you're deep in the woods
all alone.

Sacred lovers mix
bodies intertwined in sweat
mutual ******

Skeletal,
she had laid comatose,
thirty-six hours,
morphine tubes &  cotton swabs,
so cold to the touch.
It wasn't supposed to end this way.
I remember her in her better days,
before the cancer
had ravaged her *******,
skydiving over the Rockies,
Montana whitewater,
sailing the sound
between St.Thomas & St. John,
margaritas in San Juan.
She was the most brilliant light,
a beautiful soul,
truest fighter to the end
& I miss her,
pray everyday,
"May our little sister
rest in peace.
Amen."

The moon glared above,
exposed solid ice
beneath headlamp-glow.

Winds whipped across the wall,
freezing warm breath-vapor
onto my stinging-face.

Chinks of my axe echoed
against the moraine,
crampons etched
my signature behind.

Slowly I moved up
into the pitch-void,
toward the twinkling stars.

Tethered
to my kindred-spirits,
together we found truth
on the summit-push.

Why can't you teach an old dog new tricks?
Can a spotted leopard be spray-painted?
And who said you cannot change
the way things are?
Christ Almighty,
they got us all
brainwashed,
mesmerized
by  ******* & lies,
thinking
people,
places
& things
can't ever change.
All you gotta do is just try.

He commanded the tsunami
with great fighter skill
& rode through the surf
on crustacean shellbacks.

Skilled in the traditional arts,
he kept his katana secure.

For to look into his flame eyes
was enough to witness
your own death.

The light
at
the end of the tunnel
has never
been
this bright.
So why fight it,
embrace
the moment.
The next tunnel
might be a bit darker.

O, I know most guys
would go with the flow,
explode with this sensual-energy,
possibly gloat,
bask in such nirvana.

And who's to say I don't?

O sweet darling,
with your magnetic-eyes
& your tempting thighs,
I am much more than
what I've been used for,
this human electrical device,
which may suffice
for the moment.

And please,
you can & you do,
turn me on
forever.

'Twas a single flower
that enraptured
my fiery heart with love.

So colorful & radiant,
I ran my fingers through
her lovely soft-petals,
swirled her sweet
intoxicating-fragrance,
& started
the greatest romance.

'Twas a single flower
that enraptured
my fiery-heart with love.

And you,
you with your cinnamon breath,
your gurgling throat
muttering whiskey sins,
your mascara flowing,
streaking
down
your high cheeks,
so tweaked,
it breaks my heart.

I wonder if
Orion knows,
or even the Seven Sisters,
just how often
they've been crooned about,
by many a forlorn
& starstruck lover.

In verses &
in rhymes,
millions of lines
crying love,
the heartbreak
of our times.

I marvel.

So twinkle, twinkle on Orion
& you my Seven Sisters,
you dearest twinkling friends,
shine brightly in the pitch,
continue to give us hope,
to give us something
to still believe in,
to make our lives
more richer.

Jesus,
this is just swell,
I'm scrunched again
in 5A.

Hey there
Miss Flight Attendant,
this one's smaller
than the last aircraft.

Can't I get
a complimentary drink
or something else
to make me
feel numb?

I hate being
twisted like a pretzel!

Oh well,
at least there's a window,
that's some consolation!

I trace the contours
of your sensuous words
with my fingers
& feel your inflection,
the heat of your  
private-moments.

The narrative of your desires
smolders in my *****
& if you only knew
my own sensual-mind,
you'd feel me
with your own
burning heart.

We slipped down olive drab line
under deafening blades,
out
onto the ridgeline
into pitch
like lightning.

Then the hookers,
them stick *******
scooted,
leaving us
in total silence.

Three days
& two cracks later,
we got extracted,
two departed,
mission accomplished.

Our whirlwind extravaganza
started out innocent enough.
Jimmy & I were jukebox heroes
shooting some eightball,
guzzling a few pitchers
of the golden liquid,
specialty hops down
at the microbrewery.
Minutes fades into
what seemed like forever,
faces got bigger than disappeared.

One thing led to another,
we ended up three counties away,
waiting & watching
for the alien abduction.
Four teenage drifters
we had picked up
sticking thumbs out
were hanging with us.

One by one
familiar-voices
faded into the surf,
and as the sun began to rise,
I found myself alone
in my auto with an empty tank,
two flats & a scar
on the back of my neck.

I lie
alone
in the pitch
& my ears are on fire,
my body burns,
itches with unspoken desire.

Do you burn my effigy
alone
in your own room,
lying there on fire
as well,
spilling yourself
onto dreamy-thoughts
of granite.

And as  the minutes tick away,
you swell inside your heart
grasping my stone likeness,
kissing my form
in the darkness,
embracing a new day
in sheer ecstasy.

We are not token.

I know darling,
you're as warm to the touch
as I am,
alone in the dark,
with me here,
& you there,
we're both burning up.

Go ahead,
do it,
reach out,
touch me
with style,
your grace,
hidden face,
give me,
pen me
written word.

Go head,
spit in my mouth sugar.
Let me taste how
you really feel!

Once
I ran with devils
& was surrounded
by demons in hell &
I fought my way out
with ultraviolence.

But the Lord knew
deep down
I was a lover,
does anybody know
that feeling?

I think we had good days
once.
At least that's what she told me,
but I don't believe her
anymore.

Warm bubbles tickled my nakedness,
a distant dog howled wearily,
cool Andean winds
blew across my unshaven face,
under the canvas of a million suns.

I heard the voices of the ancient ones,
whispering an unknown language,
trance-like I slipped
into an inter-dimensional coma,
lost myself in a gentle riptide
under the light of a million suns.

And it was there,
I found true meaning
to all the mysteries of the ages.
For there, loneliness became my companion,
we bathed in the radiance of sulphur,
under the peace of a million suns.

I saw
the underbelly
of a dragon
in my sleep last night
revealing the mysteries
of the entire universe
& somewhere else,
in my imaginations,
I set a wild horse free.

Down the hall a baby cried
& the honking noises
out in the street
immediately
brought me
back to my senses.

Stagnant putrid air
hung in the air
like a wet towel
& static neon flickered
as you lay deep in the pillow,
a beautiful contorted face
dripping spittle
& sawing logs.

My disguise had worked
perfectly,
I had gotten the drop on you,
getting so much more
than I had bargained for
& I knew
I'd never turn you in.
No way,
not after the sin
we had produced,
I wanted more.

I remember sitting outside
the steel-tracks,
hidden under the nets.
Stars would peek through
the fluttering radar-resistant leaves
& an occasional warthog
would do a flyby.
We'd smoke (not literally) & joke,
tell funny stories to keep our morale high.
Every now and then,
we'd talk about a dead comrade
or a lost sweetheart.
I never let them boys see me cry,
but I did,
usually in the bent arm
of my ACU's.
Sometimes my armor would catch a drop.

I remember ancient history,
back in the day,
we'd hit the ****
then sing an Allman song or two.

Sometimes we'd pile into the 'Cuda,
cruise down to see the drag review.
Them guys were beautiful
under the influence.

One of those nights,
Patrick picked up a chick
that was a dude with a ****.
It seemed like it took him a long time
to get over it, but maybe
we were wrong.

I heard he came out of
the closet years ago.
Maybe he was trying
to tell us something,
or maybe we were
just too drunk & naive
to understand such things.

Whatever the case,
those days were fun,
a time for self-discovery
& drag queen shows
viewed under the influence
of tasty ****.

Who do you think you are,
stealing my heart like that,
wringing it dry,
bleeding all my veins,
gutting me like you did!?

You feel so proud,
so smug,
like you’re the greatest.
Me too, believing in karma!

It may not be instant,
but sooner or later,
it’s going to get you.

So enjoy the basking,
you still have time,
before it gets dark.

You said I made the best mint parfaits,
was part of the cutest couple
wearing my urban cowboy duds
with the sous chef.
We'd immerse ourselves in the suds
at the ritual roundup,
stick amyl nitrate inhalers
up our noises & wait for the rush
to take hold.
I was never bold enough
to cross over the line,
enter never never land
& besides,
it really wasn't my style.
But I'm told
those were the days,
the days when we'd smile
wider than the universe.

Cecily burned herself with cigarettes
& scratched herself all the time,
she even used razors
to etch ******-artwork
into her flesh,
so milky white.

She was the prettiest flower
in the bouquet &
carried the most robust spirit.
Her eyes reflected
ocean-hues,
sunlight glowed off
her chopped-hair,
an Eveready battery,
she never stopped.

Just a spit of a woman,
she had the biggest set of *****
that most men
could only dream about,
die for.

And it killed me to see
her get into these
self-destructive habits.
It always left me wondering
why such a cute baby doll,
this bad *** warrior-woman,
would want to create
such randoms acts of pain.

But then again,
the answer was in her eyes,
unspoken & blue.

Double post....computer glitch!

My mind seems blank,
worn down
by the continuous use
of metaphor.

I'm unable to connect
any words
stanzas or verses
to describe
anything,
any state-of-being,
I feel nothing,
am totally
empty.

Some may call it
writer's block,
I call it death,
living in Hell.

If some keep giving away their eggs
like that,
some dumb ***** are going to continue
to fill ignorant
selfish-needs
and breed
a world
full of unwanted babies.
I hear you.

*Inspired by Arlo Disarray's poem titled, "*****"

I drink Monsters
for the adrenalin rush,
& because it seems
nothing
really gets me going anymore
& I now I know,
every chance you got,
you used me,
I played the fool
for you.

Christ Almighty Lady,
you’d need a kick start too
if you knew I drained you like that,
how about a Red Bull Shuga?!

I can feel it
& cry heartbroken
on the same bathroom floor
wondering what went wrong,
how could she
be like that,
after the love
I poured into her,
she wanted,
she took
from me.