Pussyfoot

The cat has been crying
under the window pane
for five nights in a row.
A couple of times
she left a plate of milk,
giving a pat or two
on top of its’ head,
in hopes, it would feel
enough love to move along.
But to let it in
is more than she can bare.
The cat has too many issues,
missing a few teeth
and in a few spots,
scars lay where the fur had once been.
She puts up a wall,
feeling only relief
when the crying stops.

ConstRain

with the stale dampness
lingering in the air,
her stream
opened up to me
showering me with
her gentleness.
my thirst, quenched,
every pore, saturated
my clothing, my hair
drenched with the
memory of you.
today, sitting in the
constant rain,
I felt the trickling
splendor of your caresses.

Addiction

On odd days
The wind blows
With a grin, cause she knows
My weaknesses,
Encompassing every fiber,
Bringing me to my knees.
Swirling, lurking, waiting,
Till my feet are steady.
Welcoming it
With dreaded anticipation
Again, she blows
With suffocating comfort
Allowing me to feel
The familiar chill
Of past storms.

bridle lane

A street made of bricks,
harder than knuckles
the grudging cars never speed upon.
with calculated measure
the lined trees
never blow, and
the leaves never fall.
uniformed houses,
nicely fenced
with locks that never open.
you won’t find it
on any map’
cause it prefers
to go unnoticed.

the cries of hope

Sifting through the scattered
fragments of trust, Hope,
a beautiful thing she was
but too naive to avoid
the suffering.
every breath, she
sacrificed, for the
suffocating went
unnoticed…

orderly chaos

secluded, in the
thick of the pasture
the blanket
fixed beneath me
the puff of a
storm, draws the
chill closer
thrusting its’ wrath
deeply inside,
exposed in the blanket
covering what’s
left of me
the storm hits,
quietly

dead ringer

some broke
some breaking
from the clutches
of the clink
the chat hole
sitting in the corner,
resuscitation ringing
from a soulless machine
don’t ask me how
we just know
when the same pain
is reflecting back
together we sit
before the illumination
the search for the key
is over

Hellcat

Ready for combat
Slingin’ your words
For me to swallow
Like slick pie.
Sorry, but
I ain’t your fall guy,
Don’t bring it to me
Cause you see
The point of a spat
Is not to skew
Me to you
But allow me to be
Despite the blat!

septentrional

the star
it ignites
radiating comfort
to those that are
searching
lighting the way
to places
I never knew
existed
within my own
heart

the focus

Three Piles Of Rubbish,
To Three Black Crows
One, A Treasure
Worth Fighting For.
That One Pile
Their Only Focus,
They Peck
They Claw
Spreading Their Wings,
They Look Like Giants
The Battle Of One
Against The Others
Rages On
Moving Further Away
From The Treasure
Winning, Now
The Only Focus!
waiting patiently
in the distance
a flock of dove,
swoop in
sharing all
until the last one
has its fill,
full with their treasure,
together
they fly
never losing
the focus

Maybe

In a time
10, 20, 50
100 years,
maybe
You will
Feel what’s in
My heart.
Eagerly
Without fight
Maybe, you will see
In me
What I already see
In you.
That tender place
Between your jaw
And shoulder, you’ll
Lean into
The zing
From my lips.
Maybe
In a time
Past the fear.

undisclosed

holding the key
she minds the store
without knowing
it exist….

dissonance

death,
the seducer
wantonly
plays me.
luckily
it sucks
at the game of
seduction.

Just Like Before

Washing dishes
Folding laundry
Watching her
on t.v.makes it tolerable.
The phone jolts me
out of my grind.
8:50
Sunday night,
can’t be the man
with a
hand in my pocket.
Hello!
Hi?
the voice from the past
echoes again
and again.
Fuck!
is the thought
hello?
is what escapes.
She creeps,
slithers, weaving
in and out.
She says it is
and so it has become,
in her mind.
BUT!
This time
my wallet stays put
her lies
I don’t buy….
until!
off button clicked.
Somehow, even now
it sticks
just like before.
pacing
hair stroking
smoking
drinking
swearing
repeat
repeat
repeat
repeat
Damn it!
somebody hide my wallet!

the dwelling

a dark, cold room
a scattering of dust
here and there.
four walls
two doors on each,
just in case…
in the center
a locked desk,
with only one key
containing
a book of words,
scissors,
a whip,
a radio,
an empty box,
and an extra pair
of shoes…

thinking

Today, I thought
of you
and then
I decided, maybe
I should
think again…

A Dream From Last Night

She told me she liked the little oranges
the ones with the seeds.
She likes them better than
the ones I bought.

Sally is just that way
sharing everything
holding nothing back.

She knows me,
Well.
My buttons,
When to leave me
the hell alone.
When I’m taking myself
oh too seriously
She makes me laugh.

A friend

Last Tuesday,
I was being a pain
in the ass.
Me?
Little ol’ me…
HA!
It was a
you need to chill
moment.

From her lips, fell
the most peculiar thing.

What do you think about
the supermodel with the large cat?

OH MY!
The places a mind can go.
But she knew
the right thing to do,
at that moment.

A friend of mine

From my lips fell,
the only thing
I could say.

I hear it has been known to purr
loudly, late at night.

I had to borrow
a pair of her undies…

Don’t get me wrong,
Sally’s not perfect.
I don’t mind.

A friend of mine, if only

She’s starting to
take up a lot of bad habits.
The latest one,
Spitting
when she’s nervous.
Rickie, the hot
Barista
makes her really nervous.
You know
where that leads!

Being with Sally
is better than
the smell of
Grandma’s leftovers
from Thanksgiving.

Sally and me
will always be
like a child
with wings
when we’re together.

A friend of mine, if only in my dreams.

I wonder

ER
Emergency Room
Room
for emergencies?
I wonder…
would they consider
it to be
an emergency
if I am
having
an attack
of the
heart?

Thirst

The fever
sweltering inside,
steam building…
The sound
coming from within,
exploding outward…
The wetness
dripping from its source,
within my vessel…
And the aroma
tingling my senses,
beckoning…
My entire body
awakened,
savoring the silky creaminess…
bringing my latte
to my lips again,
I think of you.

Thinking about it

Splattering the shit
out there
faster than I can think it.
Not worth much more
though,
than the pennies
that jiggle in my pocket.
Hell,
I’ll tell you
right to your face
rather than make you stew
it’s only
mediocre!
Why?
Cause it won’t
make a Fucking
difference
in the way
you see me!

Sunday Morning: the affecting

The Wind…
A breath of life
It swirls, tingling
my core.
Embracing me
in its force,
Penned in the rhythm, I sway.
All encompassing, It moves
through the depths
of my bosom
with meaning I can’t
understand.
Now a part of me,
I am held captive
in its wake.

admiration

Just beyond her melting breast
lies the beat of all nations.

la mujer

Behind those fluttering eyes
are the souls of a million angels.

la femme

In her stride
is every parade ever marched.

die Frau

And those lips, oh those lips
they have the power to seduce
all into peace.

la donna

In her silky skin,
lies the map to the heart of the
world.

de vrouw

At the meeting of her thighs
is the birth of humanity.

a mulher

In a moment of time,
her embrace could right every wrong.

the woman

Her laugh is the song of every bird that’s ever flown.
The woman holds the keys
that could unlock all the worlds fortunes….
she just has to believe.

For Sale

The lady standing there
big smiles, big eyes and
a wave.
She holds a sign….

CASH FOR GOLD

The people
in their hurrying cars,
some throw a wave
or even a smile back.
I laugh inside myself,
cause I know
the value of a
friendly face,
even if it’s just
for pay.

US

Hats off,
Gloves on.
People are.
NOT!
Hearts closed,
Souls afloat.
More often
than not.

Speeding

vicious cycling
round-n-round
it goes
eyes close
mouths open
souls crushing
on top
of
the
other

Annoyance

Today, the side
of my
ass ached.
I moaned, and
thought
of you….

reflection

Days are consumed,
and if
you must know
my nights too
with the breath
of your soul
burning mine.

a decade

Bait, switch
yes, no
today is not yesterday.
maybe tomorrow.
biding….
holding the thread
waiting
for her to come
to me
and spin her web.
my corners are dark and cold.
the walls are crumbling.
she comes.
spinning….
WAIT!
it’s too bright out!
back, forth
hot, cold
maybe tomorrow.
today is not tomorrow.

the raindrop

a gentle
raindrop
travels from
here to there
on a hot summer night
bringing life
to that of the needing,
with open arms.

lies

in your eyes
lies yearning
but you’d never know
cause today
they are closed.
in your voice
lies radiance
but you’d never know
since today
it is silent.
in your arms
lies ecstasy
but you’d never know
for today
they are folded.
in your heart
lies my soul
but you’d never know
because someday
will never come.

needing

needing ignites
the
searching

everywhere
I look
but…..for what?

it’s just
out of reach
but not

repeat
again
and again

today
I had it
but it wasn’t mine

is it you
that I need?
or

is it me
that needs
to be found?

searching,
searching,
lost

needing nothing
needing all….
but nothing at all

For Lola

The day you died
the sun was shining-
your languid body…
out of focus-
just before,
you grasp my hand
with an open gaze,
your eyes know.
fear is closing-
Then you’re gone…
the room is cold
the air is gloomy
my sun is gone…
you can’t go yet,
I forgot to tell you something-
thankyou…
you never knew,
but despite my pain
because of you
I am…here

The Wretched

the evil eye
overcast my soul.
tears of anguish flow,
hopelessly
from the torrent of memories
i can no longer deny.
36 years and on we go
past the point, never to be reached.
implanted fear
you thought,
was all it would take.
but today
I AM,
and never showing any innocence…



a message to them.

The Blinding Silence

The days are brief
The sky is blinding
We are told, but never notice.

The nights are long
The silence is screaming
We whisper, but never hear.

Dreams that can never be
are seen in the sky above
We only have to search.

Thoughts that are never shared
are heard in the silence.
We only have to notice,
and we will hear.

The Night

In the darkness of the night
I lie here, circles of light swirling in and out
Thoughts repeat, over and over
growing louder, LoUdEr, L-O-U-D-E-R
shoulda, coulda, woulda…
Please, make it stop!
In the darkness of the night
heaviness pressing down on me
restricting, racing, skipping
heartbeat
growing faster, FaStEr, F-A-S-T-E-R
shoulda, coulda, woulda…
Please, make it stop!
In the darkness of the night
swirling, pressing, unending
I wait, wait, wait
closing my eyes, the nightmares come
and it begins again.

My Mission

In the fever of wrath
words are viperous.

When the cold of night commences
thoughts chisel at the pith of my very essence.

This blood that boils thru my veins
is from the daily strains of my existence.

The hell you put me through
is my diurnal prison.

But it has sent me on a mission
to escape the reins of you.