I would love
to use my digits,
touch you,
feel
your moisture
in the morning.

Then carry
your sweet-fragrance
with me all day,
**** on my fingers
& let people think
I was juvenile.

But I'd know better,
it would remind me
of what
I was coming home
to at night.

Yum.

Pushing lace aside,
I hit sweet pay dirt,
granite-tips alert me
to her reaction,
the attraction is complete
when I get weak on my feet,
when my knees crumble,
when we tremble,
release ourselves
in thick waves
of mutual satisfaction.

The moving pistons,
such massive horsepower,
his cc's are tipping the scales,
those valves & rods are clicking,
revving rpm's to supersonic speeds,
spewing emissions to the
shifting gears of love.

Who made you
the valedictorian of pain,
is mine any less?

Mumbling true-confessions
in the darkness,
pathways to
my broken heart,
with yours lying
in fields of
similar circumstances.

And yet,
we seek romance,
instant success,
gratification to feel,
to feel anything,
anything to be real,
real again,
knowing the depths
of despair.

I crave you
sweet moonlight,
however,
I only date nights.

We walk like vapor-genies
in old growth forests,
ghostlike & elegant,
we move
like true fairytales,
gnomes whittle the way
for us
past exploding ferns.

It’s true,
we have seen the rain
coming down in torrents
along blue ridge trails,
fallen logs strewn about
like matchsticks,
fungi licks our shins
while lightning cracks
thunder like bullwhips.
I love moments like that…….
I hear Creedence every time we go.

And didn’t you know dear friends,
it’s spiritual medicine
for restless souls,
like my fellow companions & me.

She came to me
as an angel from heaven,
a beautiful devil,
to deliver me
& she did.

I was engulfed deep
inside her furnace,
thriving in taboo
& I tasted,
I tasted us
running
in a hot lava flow
from out of
her fiery pit.

And when she left
the way she did,
she put me
right back
into *******,
my own personal hell,
holding only
memories of Venus.

I remember the fishhook incident,
it happened back in the
Vesper War,
a time of great apprehension,
especially for the Vespers.

And us veterans
will never,
we cannot forget
those ****** encounters
with our maker.

I am just glad I survived
& we never met.

I am slowly,
but surely,
giving up all my vices,
but some have got
a hold on me
like a deathgrip
& they continue
to trip me up,
make me feel
like I'm dying.

It was if we were supercharged,
riding white lightning,
fearless,
we walked through
walls,
smashed down doors,
intimidating
even the cockroaches,
dogs barked,
a rooster crowed.
What happened in the shack,
stayed in the shack,
some never left,
victims of modern
warfare.

We lay motionless,
restless,
contemplating every single step,
entombed in our
forty-degree-below-zero cocoons,
praying for midnight to arrive.
Some call it the witching hour,
but not us,
my compadres,
we call it the ******* hour,
like why couldn't we all be home
in a big comfy bed
instead of lying on hard rock.
But I guess it's why we love hell,
the view at the top
is worth
every headache,
every nosebleed,
every bowl of victory chicken soup.

I read the sonnet,
true
you desire me
and feel the mystery.

I see the distance
between your gasps,
between
your fingers
you grasp and
think of me.

I dream of you
in the
helter skelter
of my days
& am comforted
by such visions,
but O Darling,
it's so hard to move,
rather suffocating,
when your breath
is taken away!

She found herself
up against the wall,
spread eagle,
so regal
in her ******.

Water droplets cascaded
her soft shoulders
& she rode
two digits
as if it were
her last shower.

The power
she generated
was more than
she could take
& releasing alone,
she cried my name
to the tune
of her shuddering.

Vlad was not a happy man.
In fact,
he was so unhappy,
so full of rage,
he impaled
just about everybody
he met.

Molten lava
oozed down the canyon walls
& in between the valley,
reflections burned,
hot images
etched
my memory,
her plumes,
O her plumes.

I saw a lady in the bazaar
with a melted face.  
Her nose was non-existant
like her lips.
One eye was brown,
the other glazed blue,
like a vulture eye.
A local told me
she was once beautiful,
a regular queen
who ******* her man,
the guy who threw the acid.

An auditorium of people,
I wade here
in this place,
a pool of strange faces
& the organizers act as if
we've got nothing better to do.
Imagine this,
a five dollar per diem
for wasting my time.
This process seems as
messed up as the system.
But then again.
there could be trials
without jurors,
then we'd really be ******.

I'm being watched by an alien presence.
I can feel it.
Therefore all my musings
will be short,
snippets written
under duress.
But I confess,
they will get longer.
As soon as big brother
leaves my nest.

The full moon
looks down upon
the lonely hearted,
casting its glow
upon chisled-faces,
cheeks
covered
with streams
of dried tears,
fearful of the morning.

And when the warmth
of the bright star appears,
we lie hidden still,
silently waiting
for the return of night,
when moonglow carresses
us into our lost dreams
& we write of pain,
comforted,
yet again.

The smoke signals have been sent,
I keyed them in on my fiber optics,
encrypted the secret-message
in their native-tongue.

Now, I'm going
to just sit back & wait,
knowing mother
will be here soon,
to take me
past the moon,
to a better place,
to another universe.

I am wide awake
staring into darkness,
standing at attention,
and waiting patiently
for the coming
of your beautiful descent.

You can learn a lot about people
by what they speak
& it reinforces my belief
in staying quiet
in these mandatory group situations.
Weakness sprouts
in the endless words
running from people's mouth.
Everbody's a comedian, too.
I do not have to watch the news
or view a single soap opera.
I get tuned into the latest & greatest
fashions & music,
who was doing what to who.
Jesus, if these people knew how much
they loved to hear the rambling
of their own voices,
this room would be dead silent.

Embrace the new day
It beats the alternative
Those who lie silent

The rush of cold wind
from my ceiling duct
adds to the ambiance
of my empty room
& cools the fire
underneath
my crumbled sheets.

I woke up in a tizzy,
sweating & breathless
on top of my sheets
pointing skyward.

I was dreaming
about lovely-you
& your gentle-ways
& your sweet
pretty little mouth.

O your smile &
the way you move
your full precious-lips.

O when you speak,
articulate such
fiery-words
kissing me,
heading south.

O I love your tender touch
& the way
you engulf me,
take all of me
into
your succulent
loving-mouth.

And when
our eyes meet,
I'm ecstatic &
can't hold back,
it's so incredibly
explosive,
you,
I love you
swallowing
my seed.

****** Lady,
I need you,
I want you
so so much
& not just in my dream.

I scream your name
loudly
in the silence
of my room,
hoping you,
you come alive
with me.

My mind never stops,
it's worse than an alarm clock.

Sometimes,
it was so quiet
walking point
on patrol,
all you could hear
was the
occasional
shooting star,
guitars
screaming
in my head.

The walk back from the tequila romp
was arousing,
so surreal.

As we stumbled along
the cobbled-street,
I slipped inside your jeans
& cupped your flowing treasure.

The glow on your face
was certainly the result of the worm.
Everything else was just a dream,
even the dog barking
incessantly
into the cool night.

I would paste your back
with my sticky kisses,
glued tight,
way up
inside you
& not a single drop
would fall
from us,
you precious doll,
stuck up
against the wall.

I am getting that hankering again,
that calling,
that buzzing feeling.

The symptoms of wanderlust
are permeating,
entirely throughout
my yearning body.

I hear them calling,
the tidal pools & stars
& I must go,
I must go soon.

Light years from help, we were lost in another world called the ****.
Our split-second decisions meant the difference between living or dying,
and out here, out here on the fringes, we were the law, the lions.

We had the power to end the synapses called life, it was our occupation
& it was a simple-process, the hardest part was making up your mind.
Once done, it was just a click to autopilot to slit a neck & watch the blood flow.

Goat herders & shoe shine boys, farmers & elders, all were potential enemies,
but the consequences of media could disrupt your decisions & many times it did,
it cost warriors their own lives to make clueless-others think war is bed of roses.

The eerie silence was broken
by the lone tiger,
sending its warning in gutteral tones,
only to be upstaged
by the screaming monotone
of the wailing-siren,
a reminder of death & destruction
& similar to prey notes.

At Hinderfall she slept,
a beautiful shieldmaiden,
her bed laden
with fine riches.
In a ring of flames,
she drove all the men
insane,
save one,
a valiant solitary warrior,
who made it
past her watchful sentries
& into her private chambers.

And there
in the moonlight,
he loved her.
Buried fully
to his hilt,
he unloaded into her
with great fury,
with the might
of Thor's Hammer.

Undercover
she did not waver,
nor did she fight him.
She savored
every spasm,
every blow,
with the strength
of Byrnhildr,
genuine
sweet lovers.

It's difficult to contemplate,
some valiant warriors crawling,
crying with their insides twisted,
hiding in their desperation,
seekers of the truest-love
& so much more
than fiery-implements
for the fairer ***
that cannot,
cannot be resisted,
I insist it's true.

Just in the nick of time,
before we kissed
our gnarly ***** goodbye,
we got a reprieve
from two fast-movers
screaming above us
in a vertical.

We got explosive
snaps,
crackles
& pops,
such deliverance
from the diesel-smoke skies,
some guys got tears in their eyes.

It was a time of holy reverance,
a cause for celebration,
as we thanked God
for those killer
buzzsaws
bringing
total destruction
on our perimeter.
High fives all around.
Alleluia.

When you sweep a village
for the first time
it's rather creepy.
Actually, it's pretty ******* scary,
your ******* gets tight
& it feels like your esophagus
is twisted up in your throat.
People seem to go about their business
as if nothing's wrong.
But there isn't anything right about it.
You can tell it by their eyes,
those vacant hollow eyes,
showing a blend of fear & hatred.
Needles burn through
your ACU's,
spelling "*******'s"
all over your sweaty skin.
Jesus, we carried enough firepower
to level the place
three times over,
**** every living thing,
including the pets & livestock.
We had helicopters and spooky
and artillery at our fingertips, too.
I tried to imagine the same ****
happening in my own city back home.
& it's definitely not
a comforting thought
to think about soldiers
disrupting your lifestyle.
I think I'd be ****** if a cobra
strafed my neighbor's house
or a 1-oh-5 leveled my local 7-11.
Deep thoughts like that
made me
miss my humble abode
even more.
But Christ,
this was war
& war is hell
& we were ****** for it.

Jimmy always said to
look in the mirror to see a rat
& they never found him.
Some say he's buried in a barrel
in one of the Great Lakes,
I'm just trying to make
sense of it all.

She had that streak,
would erupt
in the blink
& take you down
into an abyss.

I kissed her madly
& made wild-love to her
as if under a spell,
then went down
into the darkness
with her rapidly.

It might
have been her
pentagram or maybe
it was her widow-spider.
But perhaps,
it was
her inked scorpion
etched on her
delicious
milky-skin
that made me fall,
come deep into her
& give up the fight.

I never liked full auto
for supression.
For me,
it was three round bursts,
fired quickly.

My Granddaddy once told me,
“Jonny boy, when you see a falling star, a wish has just died.”
I never forgot his wise words.

Tonight, I’ve been watching
them all night,
this meteor shower,
hundreds of dead wishes,
wondering how many of them are mine.

I've seen criminal things
in far out places,
glided through
clouds of nicotine,
rubbed shoulders
with the dregs
& probably sinned.

I've been the superhero,
& played the unsaintly god
on the pages,
in the books,
maybe in some poems,
written by others.

And in retrospect,
I wouldn't have it
any other way,
watching my
days play out.

It’s a nice seat over
here on the safer bank,
where I’ve chosen
a cozy spot
to sit & contemplate
the future of my world,
watching
those narrow-minded-fools
fighting
amoungst themselves,
cannibalizing
each other’s dark hearts,
& giving me time
to start all over again,
now stronger
than before
the melee
began.

My passions
dissapate like ice vapor,
melt like an ice cream cone
lying in the sun,
spreading
genuine sweetness.

And I love watching
the happy ants scramble,
frolicking & dancing,
running to and fro
in the sugary puddle,
licking their feet & antennae,
relishing in the good sweet fun.

I sat watching
raindrops bounce
methodically off
my cracked windscreen
& could hear the gale
just outside my windows,
whizzing past the surf
crashing against
the shoreline.

Raging waves rose
& fell relentlessly,
transforming
into angry white foam.

The happy gulls timed
their dives perfectly,
flirted with disaster
again & again,
rising up in mockery,
toying with the storm
& shrieking in laughter.

When
I'm in the cleansing-shower,
hot memories of you swirl.
My breath escapes me as
I hold your vision up
against the wall,
you lower yourself
in rhythm on me,
a dreamy motion,
indeed, this craving
to seed you
is intense.

My hand searches myself,
a firm grip applied,
imagining your
fiery steady tempo.
Water splashes
in huge droplets,
a cascade
on my taut back,
my ******* go granite
as a warmth floods
over me .

My knees crumble
as I empty myself
into your pure spirit
& watch us
breathless,
go down the drain
together.

So you think
you're so tough little miss,
but do you really
wanna play
with the big boys,
**** kissing games,
a bout of doctor?

You might find it a bit rough,
raw & primordial
with your body quaking.
They're not going
to sugarcoat things for you,
they'll give it to you straight,
any way you want it,
just to satisfy
your heart's desires,
or those burning whims.

And if you must,
go ahead and lie,
tell them they're so fine,
giving you just what you wanted.
Trust me doll face,
you're gonna grow up quick,
flirting with the big boys,
it will forever be
in your blood &
written on your
pretty faces.

Let your mind go wild,
but don't get too loose.

I kayaked the ******
& got lost in the sea mist,
found myself
surrounded by six
paddling leprechauns.
They have the best whiskey there.

O Miss Ocean,
make me your own.
I want to drown
in you flood.

O let me live,
be a slave
to your
sweet sins.