LUST is a sticky thing
I touched it once
and never have removed
it’s vicious luscious
touch
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LUST IS A STICKY THING
VELVET VULVA
and the memory perhaps
a not — return
in me eternally
and i me-my aching
overarching burning
knows emptiness
you have my soul
— my longKiss
machine who without
and i feel no one
feeling meMy broken
soul drags me down
where noThing hurts
:: 10-08-2014 ::
O, SWEET SUMMER
O, my sweet summer falling with the color
that brings changing seasons
of thunder-calling the letters
by nature written there upon
the land of parks! I read your poem
of love
upon my walk,
neatly written
upon dry parchment-leaf
my sweetest summer,
I loved you
and now my mistress — autumn comes!
you, with fire entwined within
your hair — she, that masterpiece
of brilliant changing color!
:: 10-05-2014 ::
LAND OF LIVING WORDS
little-voice my biggest
tender tiny heart-Fire
burn my lipSoul when
all my words — sleeping
I tuck them beneath
the country-prose of
my land of living words
my little voice, tenderly!
within the hands I write
I hold your flowerHeart
and scribe the love within
the land of living words
and remain forever yours,
my living word!
:: 10-05-2014 ::
MY ‘LOST’
where, my ‘lost’
should
choose to hide?
when my ‘lost’
gained
the hand I tried
so tried to hold
it left (or died?)
where my ‘lost’
shall I run?
the memories
of love
or the new ones
of pain and shadow
if I run (and I should)
toward the sun
what fires but that
to cleanse my soul!
:: 10-05-2015 ::
BLOOD, THAT PRINCE!
Blood, that prince
a lover for all,
deeply within
the bleeding life!
Today, like me
I walked there
beyond the way
toward the river
a babbling heart!
And sat upon
(and I did)
a rock watching my Prince
deeply within life!
:: 10-05-2014 ::
TURNPIKE DESERT BLOOM
Lately i’ve come to know
the meaning of dis-so-low
bringing up my daisies
where ever i go driving
along turnpike desert bloom
inside my traffic heart
i got a ticket just for
speeding toward the end
where every crash-car ends
heavy foot crazy jaw-bit love
riding inside my jalopy car
burning smelling wheel cart
speeding straight toward
your beautiful turnpike
i stop to smell the bloom
and daisy-crazy pushing up
i got a ticket just for
speeding toward the end
where every crashCar ends
i never saw the policeSoul
chasing my jalopy car down
my burning smelling wheelCar
now i’m singing of dis-so-low
igniting inside my cadmium car
and i got a ticket just for
smelling your beautiful turnpike
i stopped to smell the bloom
while i die within my cadmium dreams
:: 10-06-2014 ::
THE GREATEST EXPRESSION
the greatest expression
of emotion is also
mostly feared:
T. E. A. R. S.
E. M. L. E. O.
N. O. W. G. U.
D. T. A. A. L.
E. I. Y. I. /.
R. O. S. N.
. N. S.
. S.
:: 09-30-2014 ::
SPRING SMELLS LIKE LOVE
THE mango kiss when did-lee!
heart fitting /\sliding
throaty passion ate lay-
in. me my annabelle lee,
silent annabelle lee breath
i am here and you–here my love?
“always within thee my love!”
my annabelle lee, my love!
:: 09-30-2014 ::
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