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Robert McKinlay Oct 2010
I can smell blue
when I walk with you
hand-in-hand...
man-to-man.

I can taste blue
of typhoon; drink it down,
double fist'ed...
arms dance euphoric.

I wear mixed blue
shining through window,
burlap and canvas...
mountains, lines, and curves.

I can see blue
perfected by nature
an emotional liquid
splash splash pow.

Doused in blue
Confronting the landscape.
http://www.robross.ca
Robert McKinlay Sep 2010
Burst t t t t
Intensity y y y y
taste
t t t t Burst
y y y y Intensity
taste
eyes lust t t t t
finger pulses s s s s
ingest
t t t t lust eyes
s s s s pulses finger
ingest

breathing
yes
breathing
alive

intense
hold me,
I shiver,
pinch!
harder!

yes
alive
breathing
intense.
http://www.robross.ca
© Robert W.G. Ross 2010
Robert McKinlay Sep 2010
never felt love until that touch
transcending place and time
had it been known
for familiar face
an intensity free from words
no pretense, no hesitation,
nothing of force...
no explanation,
no expectation,
just right;
eyes soft glow
a world brightened,
bask, connection,
trace, learning shape,
humanity, humility,
alive to possibility
love is born,
together see unity
cherishing ignition.
http://www.robross.ca
© Robert W.G. Ross 2010
Robert McKinlay Sep 2010
never felt love until that touch
transcending place and time
had it been known
for familiar face
an intensity free from words
no pretense, no hesitation,
nothing of force...
no explanation,
no expectation,
just right;
eyes soft glow
a world brightened,
bask, connection,
trace, learning shape,
humanity, humility,
alive to possibility
love is born,
together see unity
cherishing ignition.
http://www.robross.ca
© Robert W.G. Ross 2010
Robert McKinlay Sep 2010
A man sits on a chair, centered to those around,
aware of them, glancing briefly waiting.
He developed a taste, this bag however only teased
his receptors, and gave more burn than ease.
******* is a fine art, to which is paid a king's ransom;
the shaft, though Godly, was not bound for glory...
how he wanted!

There was an exchange of stories, striking similarities;
he had been joined by others, relocated, and told to start over.
Mystics popped the cap, dismissing gender...
how they wanted!

A man sat in a bar;
no knowledge of modern era,
ceiling had tired tiles, a friend sang
to a new lover, and
two in love danced to karaoke,
in sync to their drunken state,
how he loved her!

The party was lavish;
gay youth empowered,
a welcome meat market of pulsing power,
a man sat on the couch...
watching, two ladies necked beside him,
together they danced to sultry tones,
eyes scanning, heads turned, smiles,
how he wanted.
http://www.robross.ca
© Robert W.G. Ross 2010
Robert McKinlay Sep 2010
Shall I open volley,
spike with clenched hand?
Acquiesce to athleticism,
or drop return?

Is there a score?
numbers imply a plan,
encumbered; ******* clad...
jockstraps and leather,
tube socks and man.

****** courts,
exotic terminology,
words of reduction,
redacted, redacted, redacted!
under spells of seduction...

What more?

Who the **** cares.

Piles can be chucked,
and strip smiles, 1 grain at a time,
throw a bone, throw another,
you'll build your own monster.

What more?

redacted, redacted, redacted!
join me down below...
I'll give you history,
it will set everything aglow.

What more?
**** more.

Questions?
redacted; for your own security.

Not Goliath,
not even Iago... wait, that may be whom you cast!
Laughter man, so much laughter,
I grow darker;
a product of your mind; that's just a reminder.

Had I plotted, had I connived,
had I been...
trolling gutters,
sexing the populace,
setting parties to war?
You gave me the part,
and the act was in pantomime...
improbable for paralysis
severed spine,
redacted, redacted, redacted.

You set loose scenarios,
and now I willingly oblige...
I'll take my bow,
and cunning smile.
http://www.robross.ca
© Robert W.G. Ross 2010
Robert McKinlay Jul 2010
Light upon the statue of
retreat,
"Get away from me!"
stupid mother,
for I, myself, lie
within a lie
and cards dealt do
fly, I
hesitate to say I wish I could
cry, but
the disgrace would
hit me in the face

Crush the ****** ants
crush them all
roll them over
call it up
ring it back
**** it in
blow it out,
left dead
no longer wandering
about

Leave me this way
with my false laughter,
stagnating mind,
it is true, I try to be kind,
But all for not
I cannot blot,
Make me blind
hurt me
justify my doubled
contempt,
it makes no sense
that at one time
I rhymed
and dreamed





A destructive force
is strong,
A reconstructive force
is too late,
a world of isolation
wouldn't that be great!?

Unable to retreat
for only fools avoid thought
and the universal mind,
without a translator,
is a love me not

In what I say none shall see,
I sting,
I stung,
just like an assimilated ant-bee.

Listen! What do you
see?
See! What do you
hear?
Uncensored, What do you
feel?
Tasteless human hell
Heavenly human smell,
oh...
do tell.

All combined by the link
brake the ****** chain,
disconnect
local bus,
electrical circuit drain:
If a tree falls in the forest... cliche.
If information is lost on the super-highway... cliche.

I refuse
to lose,
now amused,
at the fun-filled mind
so depressed, lifting up all but itself,
just put them on the shelf
free time for yourself

Lyrics to rise:
Curs' ed female
emotional warfare
****' ed males
physical,
unemotional warfare
The battle of a single mind
Destroying the thing we wind
Will we fall behind?
Look backwards,
at the passing of time,
LOOK! AHEAD!
Fix what was wrong...
and live really long

Lyrics to sing to a
retreating statue:
"Come here I care!"
loving mom
For a lie is just a
defense against
closeness,
a decent hand to
hold on to
I wish I could lie
and deny,
but truth always unfolds
don't die

Long live the ants
live long to them all
blow the hate out,
is that what I was
wondering about?

Be By Me
Not Too Close,
Stagnate Laughter
is soon repulsed,
I care, perhaps too much,
for ones unknown and known
my only request:
return the zest,
Return my dreams
or the balance of force

I have retreated in the
solace of universally translated hope;
I solidify and take shape,
running in many directions.
http://www.robross.ca
© Robert W.G. Ross 1995, edited 2010
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