The Hatchback Honda Cowboy

He's quite average, under normal
circumstances. No blonde bomb
would give him a third look. But!
When he's The Hatchback Honda cowboy, he is rather special, indeed.
Even this eye could not turn away
from the wonderful sight I saw standing
next to pump number 3 at the Citgo on Church Street, no less.
He was tall with grace, and the face of a baby.
The tight Wranglers made
for an exceptional, ahem... rear seat!
Tucked beneath the black pant leg
were a pair of the best Justin boots
$299 can buy! With the silk red shirt
and the magnificent Stetson, rolled
most perfectly at the sides atop of
his head, it is quite frankly, enough to make any dyke sigh,
Va-Va-Voom!!! (and she did)
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weathered

the heavy dew laid
a blanket of
shivering chills.
the tree's tears
melting, dry like desert sand.
the grass, scarred but
spring is coming, i heard.
there's a still, breathless air
with a stiff upper lip and
the rhythm, chained to an
abandon phone booth.
interestingly enough, it goes
pretty much unnoticed by the passerby's.
the mornings first light, invigorating
and yet, blinding.
i think i'll rest a bit beneath this cloud.
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Roadability

Bag packed, Lead-foot dropped
Punch it till I hit it
Good?
Ditch that prick
I got a new trick, better
than that dick, mighty fine
Like you.
Read my sign
Like home not sick
The road, my friend
ride you will, pullin
no stops, once you get the thrill.
Don't fight it, you know it's right
in the clit, yea I said it
Hold on, here I come,
Fuck it!




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G-listening

I heard right, I'm sure
I probably did, a party of one
where only my ears play.
Solo can be mighty fine, you
know what I mean...? no complaints!
But to listen, OH LISTENING!
a party of the senses.
To listen, the mingling of
yours and mine
is intensely erotic.
coming and going, back and forth,
to and fro, in and out,
aAaHhHhhhH... cigarette please.

I'm listening, with all of me.
talk to me...

PS: Yes, I have Dumbo ears. Thanks Dad. NOT! ugh.
I never allow anyone to see my ears. Stepping out of my comfort zone here....

A Kairotic Moment

Tore, Chore

There are many chores
I just gotta do, some a bore
And a few, I ain't ever gonna adore.
Like sweepin the damn floor!
Where in the hell does all that dirt come from,
anyway? The one that rips me at the core
comin at me four times or more
a day, is feelin this heart of tore,
chore. Torn deep inside for
that gurl who slammed the fuckin door
right in my damn face... missin her like hell
I'm mopin like Eeyore hopin she'll come around.

There's one thing I know for sure,
this ain't no 6 day war!
I got 50 to life, babe.

Sushma

Her every word, expelled
with purpose. Tight, in her frame
petite feet, like guided missiles,
only she holds the code,
this way or that, no matter
of importance. Contentment lies
knowingly, any man will build
her, the grandest of castles in
a sky of lightning, if she
desired such nonsense.



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Irony

A peculiar thing about onions
upon picking it apart
the stench of its complexity
will linger on the finger
making certain, its existence
will not be forgotten.
A peculiar thing about flowers
pedals its way into the heart,
upon picking it at
the peak of its beauty, in turn
withers and dies
leaving no memory it
ever existed.




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layin this out

This is how it's goin down.
put your ear close, don't want you to miss
any part of this, prophecy
my wild lady heart. When time
signals us with the day's last flower
in this time we know as now,
there will be no you,
no me, no light...
Beyond this earth, beyond this shadowy darkness
this splendor of us will be alive
beyond this breath of a whisper
from these here lips
to your soul, finally
rollin with mine.
Dig it?

G is for Gambler

Sweet Dreams

a little blood on my pillow
doesn't creep my sleep
oddly enough, it becomes
even more alluring,
making sleep an addiction
because then I know, with complete certainty
"Yes! I am in deed not dead,
yet."
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Piece Out!

Many have told me, it's so
ez to understand,
The body is water, mostly.
Good for mixing this and that.
Add or subtract, whatever works, or doesn't.
This wasn't the plan, it just changed
as it always seems to do.
Share's, B's, Hunter's, G's... the toughies, you know.
NOT PLAYIN, never did.
don't play in Marcy's Playground either,
too hardcore. Who wants to wipe up that shit?
An exorcism, seriously? HA!
The stakes are higher than ever
Facial hair fits sometimes.
Glasses or not, hides the rainbow,
an itch or a scratch
can be beyond significant.
Always, attention to detail
luckily, no one pays a cent.
The game of life is grand,
The eyes have it.

here today, gone tomorrow
:-)~~~~~~~~~~~ PFFFTTTT------- (tling)
BULL'S EYE!

Velcro

Have you ever noticed the sound of Velcro?  Not something we usually pay attention to.  Like life though, when it comes together, it barely even makes a sound.  It's ever so faint, almost unnoticeable... subtle unless you're paying attention. 

But when it's ripped in two, that sound... grates, it's deafening, earth shattering, forcing everyone to take notice, it won't be ignored.  The sound effect of life's tragedies and that of a soul torn.

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I'm going to force myself to write all day, as I forced myself out of bed this morning.  If I put the pen down for even a second, I know it will all stop.... and it's too much a part of me now to allow that to happen again.

g'day.

Fluid

My cup, it wears a mask
of blue skies and flowers
Inside and out.
No matter what's poured within,
its beauty remains.
You, him, her, she and I,
we can pour all day long,
it never holds more than it should.
The magical part of the cup is, the shit and the
sludge and the poison sinks to the bottom
never to be heard from again.
At the top, that's the good stuff
The nectar, nourishing
all who dare to sip.
I keep it flowing...


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Derailed

Subways, like life comes
and goes.
People get on, get off
some in pairs, some alone.
Some ride every day, while some
find it a bit scary and vulnerable.
Jump. Leap. Retreat.
All with advantages.
All with disappointments.
Everyday, I rode the one deemed the safest. Day after damn day.
Meticulous. Asleep. Waiting.
One day, BAM!  A stranger whose soul
mightily,
reached right through
my chest, stopping
the hearts desire to beat
just by ignoring my sheer
existence restarting it again with
a dream and the vision of her.
Getting off the train, waiting, looking
unable to find the train she lept to...
certain, her train and mine are going the same direction.
But, how the hell could I know,
with any kind of certainty,
the ticket, ripped from my pocket
before she left.

The Poetry Game

Yes that looks like no, or no is yes,
I don't know.
Love making love to indifference...
Indiscernible at best,
But really, the eclipsed sentiment
is fully exposed with direct light
and a map. Is all this necessary
or can one really survive the
risk of a broken heart?
I'm writing this crappy poetry in my sleep
That's code for something, I'm sure,
OBSESSED?!?!?!
More than likely, the heart will be severed, but with any kind of luck
the carver will offer up
a needle and thread.

Anesthesia would be nice.


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A minute on Valentines Day

Take a minute. Look at it. Feel it. Count your heartbeats. Notice your breath. Is it deep? Shallow? Heavy? Did something happen the last minute that might've affected any of those? Clear your thoughts, Take a few deep breaths and close your eyes... What image, thought or feeling came to you? Sit with that for a minute because whatever it was probably could use your full attention right now.

Why do I bring this up now? Because I've been spending a massive amount of time thinking about life and death and love. Isn't it strange that the most profound and life altering events happen in a minute of time?
One minute. Birth, death, falling in love, destruction of Countries, civilizations or communities. An enchanting encounter with a stranger that stays with you forever. With all of these... One minute can make a world of difference.

Imagine what could happen if we all take one minute out of every hour to do something life altering for ourselves and for others. That's 24 minutes a day to change everything....

Think a pleasant thought, smile at a stranger, hold the door, let someone ahead of you, share a happy thought... I could go on and on, but you get the point, right?

I'm going to take this minute to say thank you for finding me, and for making all of my minutes spent thinking about you... And that makes me smile!
Minute by minute......






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Stormy

Showered, dressed, and braced... Why do these kinda things have to be so hard????





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Shrew-d

Push, Pull
Push, Pull
Push, Pull

Such a fool
I am, so...

It would Appear.

Push, Pull
Push, Pull
Push, Pull
Push, Pull

Such a tool
too, apparently...

But hey! Who's gonna complain about a screwdriver?

Push, Pull
Push, Pull
Push, Pull
Push, Pull
Push, Pull

Pull the wool
over and over and over,
So you thought....

I'm no dummy.


Push, Pull
Push, Pull
Push, Pull
Push, Pull
Push, Pull
Push, Pull

I turn to
Mush, and Drool
always over you...

Don't worry about me, I'm cool...

Soul Infused Climb Axes

A moment passes, not sure why or if you should've caught it, or why it even came when it did.  We can live entire lifetimes, never understanding the true meaning of a touch, a glance or a smile.  Sometimes, we make our way to a moment that we didn't know we even wanted, until it arrived.  The mystery of life, sometimes it makes me want to blow my fucking brains out, but most times... it just leaves me breathless.   Earth shattering moments that make it impossible to keep the room from spinning or hairs from standing on end.  Why????  Not sure what what is what, and why now.   Day to day, asleep in my own life... Until.  Now, wide awake and caught between yesterday and tomorrow with no known transportation that travels from here to there.  That's the fucking luck of the draw, ain't it?  Exploration jilted by locks and lost keys and dark rooms and.... sigh ........ lost moments.

Did I blow it or is it waiting for the next moment?  Or, maybe still.... this is the moment.  The beginning, The middle, and The ending all at the same time.  That sucks and blows awesome at the same damn time. What I do know, these are the moments that are worth getting out of bed for everyday.  It's a matter of perspective.  Hell, I could easily fall into the abyss and just lay out cause it didn't go this way or that.  I'm putting that option on hold, for now.  Right now, I'm just going to feel your soul penetrating mine, climbing to the highest peak... and riding the rush till its spent!

[insert rising, feel good music here]