i mean,

  let's be frank
here.

you haven't
   sipped
from me
  in a lifetime.

nor have
  i wanted
or wasted
   my moments
drinking
    in you!

i know
   what we are
and what
   we should do
but....

  just put
more makeup
   on that pig...

but eventually,

  you too
will realize that
  no amount
of makeup
  can pretty
what is ugly.

'Yours and everyone's concrete-poet'

i'd ask you
  what's wrong

but,

   there's
no need
    chasing after
what's already

     g

o

       n

e

I stare up at the smoke detector on the ceiling as it blinks like a red street light.
Why does a smoke detector have my attention?
Not sure but,
the ceiling is pure white like a sky filled with clouds.
The walls are battleship grey that bring in storm after storm.
The room is chilled by ac which brings a chill down my spine like after a storm's rain brings a storm's wind behind it.
The smell of burning wood from the campfire next door now seeps into my bedroom.
The smoke detector still blinking in that pure white cloudy sky now looks like a ufo.
I tug my sheet up to neck in case any aliens fall from my smoke detector and turn out to be vampire aliens.
I wait for total darkness to soon overcome my bedroom, it always does every night.
It's then that my eyes get heavy and I forget what I was writing about....🤷🏻‍♂️

'Yours and everyone's concrete poet'
-👷🏻‍♂️-

"valentines"
are crushed
candy hearts
that read;
'not my valentine'.

Fingers

     fingered

        fine

          finality

today?


today i am
literally tossing tens of thousands of dollars away into the market and being 100% secure about it.

but, when i am alone amongst the serenity of a bird's serenade or a river's tide crashing up against the shore....i always do my BEST WORK.

most of you will never truly know me and to be honest....that's your loss.

but moments like these,....

always lead me
back to
poetry,

and...

when our
  
  marriage

ended with

    2 children

when we

    ourselves were

just children?

    my life

    also

ended.

we have
all tried to
"drown our
problems",
right?

the problem
with trying to
"drown our
problems"?

our problems
are better
swimmers than
we care
to admit.

they always
float back
to the
surface.

I would give her
my life for
just one kiss...

and yet

sadly,

I am still here.

within
every five
inhalations
of life,

there is a
new muse.

build
  someone,

anyone
  up today....



without first,

   knocking
them

      d
     o
        w
     n,

be an

   overcomer.

I may not have ever been your first choice but
let me tell ya,
I would be honored and intensely love....
to be
your last choice
in this 24 hour cycle of days that we call life.

I
  
   left

     my

honey

         on

her lips.

          It

    left

                her

all

         abuzz.

     She

          was anxious

    for

                the

sting.

i

         often

  wonder

how

  emptiness

             is

        always

so

      h      y
        eav

Silence is

    Also communication

if,
i am
that sand
in
the hourglass?

i,
am a beach.

I don't find beauty in layers of makeup etc.

I am a man that adores a woman's natural humble beauty.

Stay humble ladies.

all of
those tears
that watered
my mind,

i've used to
grow poems
everytime
that you cry.

Hand in hand we walk together,
God's grace warms us from above.
It's Him I thank each day I wake
for blessing me with all your love.

You're the sunshine in my morning
and the bird that sings my song.
In this life when I am troubled
it's you who keeps me strong.

You're the wind beneath my wings
as this eagle takes to flight.
You're the stars that brighten up my sky
in the darkness of the night.

You're the mother of my children
and the air that gives me life.
My truest friend of all...
my heart, my soul, my wife.

the cool air
from the fan
fought the
heat of
death's moment

his chest
would rise
no more
as cancer
had won

just 6 months
prior,
so full
of life and
excitement

withered away,
unrecognizable,
in 6 short
months
his life
was done

no more boat...
no more
fishing gear

no more living
in death's
shadow...
no more fear

6 months of
tortured
existence...

gone like
his life are the
6 months of
what ifs?

and,
just like that
life's paradise
can end

a death sentence
is not something
that paradise
can defend

the heat of
death's moment
will arrive
for all of
us too

just turn
the fan on
high and
drift away
in a sky
so blue.

As the
  Autumn leaves
    die....

their life giver
  is STILL
   alive.

i seen faith flowing forcefully,
endlessly,
   into the gutter.

hope fragmented,
  viciously
  splattered upon the earth.

  trust is a cold piece of steel in  ones hip pocket.

  just to live is becoming tiresome,
  almost a chore,
always looking over your shoulder.

I invite
old and weary
death,
into my home
every day.

Death is brittle
and non threatening.

Death sits,
and enjoys a
cup of coffee
with me as
death rocks
in my rocking chair.

We sat in
"dead silence"
and just sized
one another up.

After finishing
our coffee,
death wearily
rose its feet.

Death paced the
room for a moment and then
turned its back
to me and walked
towards my
front door.

As death exited
the threshold
of my home I....

I shouted out
to death,
"I guess that I
will see you again tomorrow?
I'll be sure to
have the coffee on".

You may,
  sit upon me
and ride a ride
  that you feel
deep inside.

  Sitting upon me
    is an ******
that...
   you will
never hide.

I feel your lips on my shoulder

I quiver , you tremble

not sure I can take you getting any closer.

The warmth of your breath in my ear

a whisper of love
butterflies in mass, together as one may be near.

Effortlessly my hands glide through your curves

as
we climb the mountain together

the moment has taken us to a crescendo of nerves.

The summit , now in full view

the sun, it glistens from the sweat of our bodies

we are now one, no longer are we two.

The loving wipe of a brow

eyes that tell the story

a fulfilled smile , a deep breath

.....wow.

Lying naked next to her in the dark was a mistake

Violently our bodies became one without a second to waste

She was a perfect storm that night

Fevered fornication until
the next day's light

In and out we loved with great emphatic haste

Memories we both will
load to easily *******