We were trained killers,
could break bones
with our hands.

We'd blow into bars,
belly up to the tender
& order whiskey
'till our heart's content,
get pretty wasted.

And why not?
For in a moment's notice
we could be dropped into harm's way,
surrounded by enemy combatants,
intent on killing every one of us.

We had nothing to ******* lose.

The general public
had no clue
who was drinking next to them.
It was a good thing
we never reacted to their
childish taunts,
it wouldn't have been pretty.

We'd just smile,
nod our heads &
act like we were idiots.
Stupid *****.

It's really hard to believe,
every single one of us
started out
as a reproductive cell,
swimming deeply
into a dark wet ******.
All of us were consummated,
******* during
different variations
of the intimacy act.
In fact, some of us
were quickies,
others one night stands
& maybe more than a few,
long romantic evenings.
Whatever, we all became babies.
I would like to think,
I was made on a warm summer evening,
lying on a white-sand beach,
under a beautiful full moon
next to the sound of the surf,
moving to a sweet rhythm.
But I wonder,
was I a mistake,
a break in the protection,
or something worse,
some type of infection.

This town has one traffic light
& no finger-birds.
It's not like them cities
with more stops,
sure says something
about the word
simplicity.

We all need to get some.

We are oceans,
bodies of cells,
rushing,
swirling
in tempest-waters,
floating on waves
in seas of adventure,
crashing,
smashing
millions of grains
lying on
endless-shores.

Songbird melodies
taper on endless winds
as the moon drops.
Crumbling walls
surround me
tumbling,
telling tales
of the millions lost.

Thick metal doors
hang on rusty hinges
as the ivy creeps,
supplanting the mortar.
A chipped tooth gleams,
bleached by the rising sun.

I realize now,
we are only vapor,
time waits not &
they are soon forgotten.

We are kings and queens,
the children of the universe,
sacred,  so much more
than human recepticles
or fleshly implements.

Invoke the gods
darling
& sit
in reverence
on my prayer-mouth,
let me taste
your invocation,
you and me,
we are the creation.

Fragrances swirl around me,
coils of smoke
unfold and float
into the heavenly-atmosphere
surrounding me on my unfurled mat.

Using my third eye,
I gaze upward,
into the brilliant stars,
my hands configured
in a sacred-mudra,
finger to thumb,
& all knowing.

I am whisked away
into another world,
to a humble place,
where our beautuful-minds
are everything,
the supernovae of all humanity,
stripped of our vanity
& reverent.

You're so sweet,
when you arch your back like that
it makes me melt,
puts me in the mood
& I get a woody.
So please please darling,
unfurl me quick,
put me on your back
& wear me like a coat,
I want to drape over you,
cover you up like a hoody
& give you some
of my heat.

I downloaded Weatherbug
into my cell phone
then added a thousand exotic places
into the program.

Every chance I get,
I click onto another place
& visualize
what it'd be like
to be there
& not here,
I dream.

The red prints covered your ***
like cave paintings,
the raw primordial musings
of the ancients
speak volumes,
revealing
the experiences
of feral beings,
which we become
when locked in each other’s arms.

We once
kissed the sky,
tasted falling stars
spit out by the Heavens above.
We caught them
in our bags of dreams,
screamed & laughed
long into the night
with fires burning.

Nothing was black & white.
We layed down
on endless asphalt
at the llama crossing,
stared up into the bluest skies
as we traveled
along the black ribbons,
pathways to nowhere.

Sadly how,
a lifetime or two later,
those pistachio-eyes
still haunt me.
And yet,
I dance inside,
spin in circles,
remembing the bliss
in a faraway place
we both forgot
ourselves in.

I remember
walking a ridgline
in outer space once,
counted every single step
above the cornfields,
below the jagged peak.

Things were pure then,
it was one foot
in front of the other,
I could breath,
felt like a new star,
not smothered.

Then I danced *****,
strung myself out on a limb.
slipped my fingers
into lady comfort,
felt the earth move
& we did a million times.

I can never go back &
you with your offspring,
stare at a faded
summit shot,
remembering the summer
of tranquility.

I put a kiss
on top of your head
at the station,
watched you wave goodbye
& you turned
& I turned
& you never saw me,
but you should have
seen me cry.

It's the exhilaration
I feel
cruising at mach one
down her slippery *****.
Her eyes beckon me
with visions of
being lost at sea,
a wavy motion
down on her knees.
Breathtaking.
I feel the entire universe
explode.
Traces of me
like mime-paint
makes me speechless,
overcome with raw emotion.
It's not a laughing matter,
this thing she craves,
we call it love.
And she's an expert
at it...
licking her lips.

We ran down the beach
naked
hand in hand
& into the surf
we connected
under the stars.

Nothing but
our quicked-breathing
was heard
& the sound of the waves
demolishing our footprints.

Melody plays in my mind,
my imagination undulates
inside these red walls,
the chimes clink,
strong vibrations permeate
my skin and bones,
a sitar shakes my very soul.

I see your precious lips,
hear ancient chants,
feel your luscious skin
& listen to your heart beat
the deepest percussion,
such a soothing sound.

And if once,
if just once,
I could kiss your spirit,
we could fly forever
between the magic,
the twinkling of
the infinite stars,
swimming
in the Heavens
above us.

It was early fall,
the leaves were vibrant
when I crawled to the bar,
catch myself a weekend buzz.

Fred’s drinks were pure trouble,
more jet fuel than mixer.
I mean you could torch your breath
after just one sip.
Rock blared there like a live concert,
loud enough to make you a deaf mute
after just one drink.
The dark walls swirled,
moved in & out, carnival-like,
I purred-down
Jack-elixirs.

I first saw her shining
from across the Mahogany bar.
She was hidden in the shadows,
a real good looker.
Her amber hair was crazy,
blowing everywhere
like the bride of the stitched-man,
electrode-neck.

She might have been a ******
or a nose-candy queen,
but after what the bartender gave me,
it really didn’t matter,
life was played ******* the edge
in them days.

I was enthalled with her,
captivated by her lady-vibes,
she was the perfect last call.
We sang rock and roll songs
in my 455 rocket, crawled
the back roads,
looped
all the way
to my country-place.

We were on auto-pilot,
dropped our guards,
fell into each other’s embrace.
She smelled like salty-patchouli,
had a killer innocent-face,
kissed me with fire,
such strong desire,
a beautiful-wantonness.
Her eyes were so red & green,
indeed she was
the consummate,
the prettiest,
late-night dream girl.

She was bathed in bright ink,
the sun, the moon, the stars,
vividly scrawled on her back
along with a frowning-tiger.
Above her privacy, I spied
a smiling-gnome
with outstretched arms
screaming, “I Wuv You.”

I obliged him,
there was no fighting
her ***** to the wall demeanor.
We shook the planet,
frolicked way past the wee hours,
deep into the noon hour.

When the earth-shattering stopped,
I was hung over on her & the jp4.
We crashed still trashed,
I still don’t know
how I ever got her home.

We don't need words
to get our points across
& we don't fuss,
it's all smiles,
a beautiful
body language
for us.

In between
your delicious folds,
we
found each other.
I,
the prettiest treasure,
you,
the sweetest pleasure.

We got drunk to forget
our loneliness & how
we walked through hell
battling terror.

Hangovers meant nothing,
we would leave our post
during the daylight hours
(the ambushes were at night),
knowing the trauma to come.

And who were these people,
barking out endless orders
to sweep this sector and that one,
mopping up those bearded guys
& veiled spooks
we considered less than human.

But nobody really knew any better
as we strolled armed to the hilt
running on high tension
telling each other,
"What happens in Helmand province,
stays in Helmand province."

And thank God we did,
'cause nobody really wants
to hear about brutality,
blood and guts &
drunken revelry
to forget the things
people don't teally
want to talk about.

We have our addictions babe,
you & me are so perfect together,
you love lighting one up
after we engage
in a *******-session.

It's a treat to watch your awesome body
relax while you pull yourself
together taking those long-drags
on your lit cigarette.

Hey darling,
I know they're
not good for your health &
that moderation is everything,
but my oh my little lady,
you know I crave you
chain smoking, too.

Accented voices
interrupted the starry pitch
& Reilly whispered,
"*******,
don't light 'em up,
use your blade instead."

And we did quickly,
buried them to the hilts,
sticky warmth ran swiftly
through my fingers
& we heard thud thud.

Up & up we walked
toward the twilight,
tiny specks between
the black and the blue
& below us
the rumble of hell
beckoned us,
hissing steam
& spitting dust
in the faces
of our dreams
as we kissed the sky.
Those are the days miss.

Heavyhearted,
I wish you were here
& I know,
I know you have your own life now.
But still I know,
I know
you know,
you know
how you really feel.
Are you happy?
And how can you be
without me.
You know
I know
how you really feel...

The burkas surrounded her,
the western shopper
down at the bazaar,
did some hollering,
a bit of pushing & shoving,
then they slit her purse,
stole all her money.
Welcome to Kabul.

Once we had
the whole world
all to ourselves,
we baked potatoes
in the fire,
named the constellations,
became blood siblings.

I traced your cheeks,
saw moons
inside you pupils,
tasted the flavor
on your full lips.

Cupid was hiding
in the woods nearby,
waiting for the perfect shot.
He hit a bulls eye
& we kissed into eternity,
forever laid
down our hearts.

Now we lie
a million miles apart.

Your perspiration kissed the sun,
'twas only us
& our sighs,
riding high on each other
& so gentle,
we made it seem like tea time.

We checked & rechecked,
cleaned & recleaned,
went over the plans,
then went over them again.
Wrote a love letter
and another,
then walked toward the bird
& we prayed,
prayed
we'd do it again.

I imagine myself with you
& it feels good.
The grip you have on me is magic,
we're so tight,
you & I,
alone.

We met inter-dimensionally,
traded cosmic runes
on our fingertips.
I tasted your liquid dreams,
you stroked me delicately.

In deep space realms,
we seeded
our fractal hearts,
jump-started
the flat lines.

On sunshine,
we believed
in the lost arts,
kindness reemerged,
immersed ourselves
in fiery sensual desires.

Those fires are
never quenched
inside the mind,
we're splintered,
you & I.

And have you ever felt
the Earth tremble
below your pretty feet,
experienced the tremors
when our eyes meet,
O, those ripples!

The needle reflection
glowed like a beacon
underneath
the streetlamp.
There I witnessed
the urchins
inject her concoction
& at once,
she floated right on past me,
higher than a kite.

We hang on to
the vestiges of the past,
such beautiful memories,
clinging to ancient history,
a glimmer of hope.
Part of them lovers lives
in each of us,
and we cry,
we cry inside
to feel them again,
if just for a moment
we are a starburst,
thirsting to be held,
to be held
like they once did,
in our own universe
so long ago.

We  busted down doors
& surrounded people,
lined 'em up against the wall
& interrogated a few, too.

We'd hide in strange places,
set up L-shaped surprises
in the night
to light them up
& fight off  the sand man, too.

I knew two
stone cold killers.
They rotated back here
& walked amongst us,
both committed suicide.
PTSD.

We try
& we try
& we try
& we try
& we try
& we try
& we try
& we try
& we try
& we try
& we try
& we try
& we try so desperately
to hang on.
to hang onto the good times
crying the blues.

It's the kind of fragrance
that brings men to their knees,
makes dreams come true,
raw,
primal,
the very essence of life itself.
You know it
when you smell.
It's an exlixir,
titillating,
better than the finest wines,
genuine intoxication.
I smelled it when I walked by
her,
sitting there,
the epitome of feminine beauty,
wetter than the Khasi Hills.
I could tell by the look in her eyes,
& the curl on her lip
as she sipped,
stirred her swizzle stick,
licking its tip.

O how
I remember you
pretty darling,
my crazy superstar,
making lovely
water bed waves
on the VCR.
But Dear Lover,
that technology's outdated,
we've got to try,
to try something new.

We walked together
along the roadside,
toward the end of our existence
holding hands
catching sparkles in our eyes.

You lavished me,
spoke to me
in Alsace accent,
smiled & I
inhaled your breath,
wanted to taste,
to hold onto you forever
& I could not.

You waved to me
from the
last window on the bus,
then disappeared
into the rising sun,
left me
all alone
with only
the memory of your fragrance
to comfort me.

Finis.

The intellectuals can explain everything,
they have all the answers,
smart ***** in their own right,
they might last about sixty-seconds
in a real firefight.
Well maybe the intellectuals
should go to war.
After all, those are braniacs who invented
all those advanced killing machines,
the weapons of mass destruction.
Just imagine,
just imagine
how dumb
the world would be
without them.
It would be paradise.

Johnny screamed it
loud and clear,
he didn't garble his words.

It's so very true,
sooner or later,
we've got to join the human race.
I guess, it's getting closer
for us to be moving on.

I'm no superstar,
I am only a sun, I can
run with the moon,
I can still shine
with those stars
I see in your
pretty-pretty-eyes,
crying for freedoms sake.

You were my karma,
and in an instant,
we were gone.

The fire crackled oceanside,
sent sparks trailing
up into the summer skies
as we sat together,
counting the stars
one by one.

O Darling, it seemed
we were the only living beings
in the entire universe
& for that precious moment,
we were, two lovers
kissing inside our dream,
alive & touching heaven.

It did not start out this way.
No.
It was real fresh roses,
stolen kisses,
the primal mixing
of our global harmonies.
And yet,
over precious time,
we became abused
& broken,
degenerated,
lying in despair,
where no body cares
to be or not to be.
And we're really not
just anybody's,
once we
were true lovers
cut from the same cloth.

I talked to my old friend today
& she's still so sweet,
lovely to hear from.

We were part
of the great romance,
we danced
cheek to cheek
into the wee hours
of the night,
endlessly we stared
into one another's eyes,
saw the light,
made great love (the best),
but we couldn't get enough
of each other.

Oh yeah,
we fought the good fight
& we tried to make it last,
but it broke fast.

We're
a million miles apart now,
we see the same sun,
watch the same moon rise
& reminisce
about what we once had,
now gone
forever.

It was a lovely sinful place, that hotel in the middle of the desert.
We found twisted things there, we were hard bodies, we soothed our beasts.
Lord how I miss it. We had so much champagne and dance that night,
we romanced into the wee hours of the morn, then it blew away,
like sands across the endless dunes of time, a genuine loss,
those chance encounters made of pretty diamonds.

We are royalty,
common kings & queens,
birthed in our humanity,
breathing the same molecules
as did the Caesars
& forever
we will kiss
Cleopatra,
our eternal kin.

They've silenced the poets,
taken them away,
dum(b)ed-down the populace.

And who but us
can
stir the day,
save it with raw emotion!

Without a voice,
only on paper,
electric light on desktop,
they've created.

We will win.

They taught me crazy things.
Like how to use
the palm of my hand
to ram the splinters
of your nose
up into your brain.
I became an expert
& I'm sane,
I think.
But what about the others?
The ones they released back
into the general population
who are certifiable?
What about them
killer teachers?

Unencumbered
I stand,
a mountain,
breathing to the rhythm
of the Earth,
I feel the gentle breeze
upon my chest.
I experience
my gentle-sweat
rolling down
along the ridges
of my spine
& that fine feeling,
this tingling below
at my core,
opening sensual-doors,
to a sweet vision of you,
you on all fours,
praying at the altar of love &
so ready to receive my offering.

I write ten a day
my mind says, "Don't quit!"