Walking it Out New

8 paws in cadence
soldiers in concrete sync,
sandals flapping
the human
barking in-step.

Savory New

A bone to sup upon
marrow to sip,
a sage promise,
savory, laid out with me tea.

Scribbles from Yoda #1 New

Where is my grace?
Dead in a heap of her sour words.
Where is my tender bright heart?

You have much to learn young Skywalker,
Patience and reflection must you have.
Understanding you have not young Jedi Ms.

Weaveworld New

I hold your words to me
as reverently
as I held your skin,
a garden of blossom and harvest
a skein of our tangles
a tapestry of knots.

Collision New

I saw our minds collide
between Saturn and Belgium.
A rip in the fabric between Titan and Brussels.
No one was harmed, but the natives were amazed.
The weather on Titan… so harsh,
broke all of Britain’s records last year.

Bleeder New

The day struck light
as a lime squeezed
onto a bed of surly beets.

Rafting

On the cheek of caustic whispers
we slide against our histories,
like Vaseline in canyons…
slick… embarrassing the sandstone,
assaulting the quartz,
a fever worth the raw red bottom ride.

April Stirs

April stirs,
alive on my skin
a thousand bees
cells alive
sun-stirred in a bowl of sweetest breeze…
puppy breath on a drowsy cheek.

Assassin

It’s the years that take us out,
our bodies littered - bullet ridden, shived,
poisoned with waiting,
throttled with garrotes of time.

Pithy Koans

I have always loved certain sayings,
pithy phrases
catchy knots…
“Hello I Must be Going”
or
“If a tree falls
and the listeners are deaf
does the Forestry Service need a sign?”

Cello Suite #1

I pluck you in movements
strumming your skin
to the cliffs of bliss.
Bach, would have been proud... as he fell asleep
Cello Suite #1

In memorial of the the great Micheal Hedges.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JE7eVfIAkkE

Charade

I cry for your voice
the turning of your screw

the cartoonish charade
of your feverish shrew

Mars

LIft the sky and fill it with stars
lift the sea and fill it with tears of the stars.
Lift the sky,
lift the sea,
and there you'll have it - Mars.

Crushing

Crushing
were the words not spoken
no canary cried out
as the walls fell in
no klaxon sounds
for the perfect storm.

Pico

Need they all be nano?
Is Pico the next nigger of size?
I’d rather be smaller than cliche’,
I’d rather respond −3 faster,
I’d rather be Spanish than Greek.

The Rushmore of Rock

The Rushmore of rock
the statesmen,
still chiseling their bones:
McCartney, Elton, Anderson, and Plant.

Bad Seeds

I had come to the limits of you,
your illusion of fear.

I walked once more
in the graveyard we seeded,
the lies you sold me
while still in your arms.

The Last of it...

This seems the last of it,
the remainder in the bottle.

My glass is empty and I thirst.
Must we pour the rest?
What will rise to fill us,
to meet our coming day?

and the god said…

“Isn't there more?
Seriously?

Jesus, now what?”

Guard your Bark

Listen
to the pulse in the silence of light
listen
to the thrum
as dawn takes the trees from behind
their drowsy bark.

Zed +1

the void of you
fills
the space I proffered.

such empty lives
we fill with stillborn dream.

Drive-by

My engines prowled,
chewing the Callery scented air
sniffing for your flirty skirts
as the wind bit the pleats of the sky.

my skin seemed to snarl
knowing it was closer to you.

Moonshine

Limned we stood
in the eye of the moon,
flecked with the hunger of prowl,
as a cat gazing through cream.

Treasure Map

My mapping of you would be treasure
your chest a fortune in Guilders
your lips a chest full of Krugerrands
funny how maps and treasures get lost.

Spelunking

Nothing curls around my finger
as the canyon walls of you.
Nothing touches my heart
like the fever in their sky.

Kestrel Cries

His kestrel cries
for a savory nip
the relish of her hummingbird heart.

from run down hoods
ragged,
shorn leather
wings
clipped
love
rip - torn.

Ransom

a blade crossed my throat
each time I watched you cry
a sword at my belly
poised to run me through

Rime

Once the rime smiles
the land had been kissed,
a stubble of crystal
as if the winter never shaved,
a magical white
a of grimace defiance.

Revelation

Her breasts hung full
timid and surprised
starring, wide eyed,
as if amazed at this obvious joy,
his unabashed appreciation.

Had they been able to blush
they would have glowed a rose beige
each aureola full
basking,
each quite proud of its succulent peak.

Fractured Dream

On the back streets
we’d dance and romance,
tossing a pint
a dart
a skirt,
a roughed up pair
of swollen lips
all the while in the arms
of a fractured dream.

Two swallows bolted from the hedge
as if caught,
embarrassed by their ‘swallowing’
or just started by the rudeness
in how I just appeared.
They too must have their Peeping Toms.

I would tattoo you to me
a small infinity on your pubis
a fountain pen with a horsehair brush
in the sexy hollow of one thigh
in the other a palette
a Montblanc as it’s brush
and a fish with legs at the cleft of your ass.
Selah!

Do we lift a lid off a dream?
Oooo, germination
socialization,
colonizing,
fraternizing…

Cross contamination…

Oops!

I can’t help the forlorn and damaged.
Buddha… Lord… Allah… err Trump knows
I’m not as qualified as they,
And yet I have my scars and scandals too.

departure

the sea was stunned
the sands silenced
from the grackle’s cry
the whisker graze of the wind
and craze of the sun’s sour kiss
sorrow came with it’s tarnished spoons.

Bone Cold

MIne aches for yours
a winter’s loins…
sun planks upon my shadowed floors
your words
your affection
embracing my cold.

flutterbye

I feel the flutter
of your wings… beating
lifting
falling back
spirit craving release
freedom from this vice

the demon of fear

words leak sometimes
like oil spills
fractures of common sense
fouling the best intentions,
strangling blossoms
feeding fragile hearts
feeding jaws in the demon of fear.

Imprinted
- a brine upon my smile

A shadow warrior in my wheat
the salt of your tears
lingering,
a brine upon my smile
darkling arms embracing my heart
AWIA - collared… imprinted
true.

Willow

Choices are your Bitch
the hounds that lick your wounds
the beaks that peck
at the flesh in early graves.

Luft

Lift your lips to my skin,
my fingertips waiting
to pause,
to surge,
to throttle your passion
my root rumbles
as your chakra’s grumble
til they realize
the truth of this bliss.

Black Humors

Dawn arose from a black marrow’s humor:
a bloody bad mood,
stomping, unable to storm
reflux…
metallic acidic
bilious cyanotic,
as if stewing in beets that no one would eat.

Taut

If your lips were the thread of a crossbow string
would you fire on me,
could I draw you back
so deadly,
so taut?

51

Verboten meinem Liebling,
a skin you may not travel,
a sunset you will never see.

Shall I give you a glimpse?
A grimace?
No ripple lit
No passion parted
No joy of me
will you ever see.

Spectors on the Vine

we hide in the hedges,
behind the shadows of word.
we stand behind the spoken
or wither,
a remnant in the wind
ghostly in the ether
specters on the vine.

an ‘execution of hormones’

A ‘consequence of judgements’
from a ‘myriad of choices’
leads to a ‘chaos of feelings’.

This is why we have a PMS defense,
a ‘smuck of jellyfish’,
and a ‘murder of crows’.

Genesis

We pulled magic from the air,
sweet breaths dancing 
on lips that spoke the perfect words.

We stood there romancing,
smiles splashing  U -inside- S,

                     astonished.

Catfood

On this quiet Sunday
my world changed color,
my lungs fed me
with something new
my belly growled, clenching,
demanding the food of you.

Light

Light
is the greatest treasure of all.
Without it,
love would be a colorless dream.

Missives to Lea #3

whisper to me
on the wings of a lilac wind
a kiss to the stars
as I fail towards sleep
the breath of you drifting
caressing my years
as I melt the knots
the chaos of your day

Facial

I see your face
in the buffeting of each green March wind,
loving me from rooftops, stairwells, and sheets.
I see your face in quiet whispers,
your eyes always so longing,
alway saying goodbye.

Emollient

There is something about the word emollient,
something deliciously frictional,
moisturizing, cleansing, nourishing
yet seductive
something for the cracks
that line our hearts and souls

Shushhh!

Shushhh!
stop the online clutter
the digital clatter…
shushhh… listen to your cells
your fingertips
do you hear us pleading?

Cobbler

fragrance simmers like peaches
from your shadows
the nooks beneath your skirts
something salty in the orchard
something fuzzy and sweet'

reality distortion

distracting the darkness,
the strident light
the yapping dogs of sanity
kept occupied by a bone.

holding back the voices
in a maze of ante-rooms,
delusions are best served quiet
but like Earl Grey
never tepid… hot.

Lotus Bloom

    Budha loves me
    this I know
    for the silence told me so.

You’ve flowered inside me
petal soft
a pollen so sweet and serene.

Timeslips

Jade waters, mirrors
in the sweet corn evening light
little ripples
as if something were crossing
into and out of our time.
We are not supposed to notice.
We usually don’t.

It was trivial to them,
the sea but a backdrop,
a walk-on in a film

how sorry they became
their crutches sinking
hollow raspy steps
crunching through the shells and sand.

In this wilderness
this sargasso of stars
we churn
edgy squalls in the darkness
colors seeding hearts pleading
empty sockets needing
the other’s light.

Choices

Choices are your Bitch
the hounds that lick your wounds
the beaks that peck
at the flesh in early graves.

Spoiled

This sky was a pudding
spoiled
A coffee left too long
with a soured creme,
A silence left
in a voice of gagged remorse.

Shadowline

I crossed into the shadow line
that walls my eyes,
my heart,
my life from yours.

Umbers drifted off,
fret weary blues
were siphoned off to gray,
my lights went out
as I saw you walk away.