OverCome

As his fleeting thoughts drifted
through the tingles of arousal,
the winds shook the trees free
of their laggard leaves.

The panes of his windows grieved
and creaked beneath the growing frost,
like a blanket of lust
obstructing the light.

Altar-ation

A dimly lit lamp
in the corner solely
lighting a book of poetry
stained with tears, still damp

inside: pouring rain--
outside the window,
the wind blows
rattling the pane

in a procession--
as a roaring crowd,
beckoning loud-ly
the call of participation.

Feed

a pint or two of stout
just to ease my pout--

a pint of ice cream before bed,
sweet dreams to settle my head

But hunger pains gnaw.

fast food drive-thru after midnight--
dreams of you shatter my might

throwing my belt on the highway
my pants are screaming, "may day!"

The hunger pains still gnaw.

one and a half dozen cupcakes
in the oven, set on bake

hot chicken wings sizzle in the fryer
new pants, a size up in the dryer

Still, the hunger pains gnaw.

now a heart knows a thing or two
about gnawing pain of rue--

it is swift and sly
makin' up lies

That hunger pains need to be fed.

Detachment

I took a memory

from a day in June
when we wrote
poetry in the sand
just before high tide--

I made it

an idol on the mantel
between two candles
smack dab in the middle
of the room. Last night
in a fit of sobs

I gave it back

to the earth
that birthed it,
with a mirror
in its place.

Just Past Midnight

Late last night, the moon
peaked
through the window
framed,
right over my bed;
prying
open my eyes to catch me
dreaming
of you...

No Need For A Title: Just a thought...

People often say strange things,
like, "I rather enjoy the pleasure of my own company."

Many versions of ourselves gathered around
a living room fire, swirling
our gin and tonic's like a Rockefeller
discussing this and that
as if it actually mattered.

Perhaps this is why I am
always drunk?

Ghost

Hunch

If I built a bench,
Little by little
Beyond the middle
Of normal;

Would you rest with me?

Polysemous

Being near her,
Makes a shot of liquor
Uncalled for....