“I never knew this man,” said the woman.
“And I never knew that woman,” said the man.
And together for years they never knew
each other.  It was the driest of all seasons,
like summers that smelled of slightly
wet husks of corn dabbled by a rare
storm.  They tilled their own fields,
beneath a scornful bursting-needing
heart and dug rows of soil away from
each other.  Curiously, they planted
the same seeds and gave as much to their
own ground.  But apart.

The crops never took.
And famish ruled their land.
All because they never chose
to share the same till!

:: 04-06-2015 ::

she’s scared
i’m so wanted
she cares
i’m so dead
and along the night
creeping death
comes for me
she’s love
i’m so dark
she kisses
my purple lip
and holds me
all along the night
creeping death
so long dear
don’t forget
the casserole
burning all through
your heart — clock
tic-toc’ing soul

:: 04-06-2015 ::

AND wide-eyed dreams like when I’m
with you so you say singing softly
and wind touching our hearts I am stoned
watching you a little hug
but eyes say dear we’re brightly
shining stars leaving worries
behind dreaming
And when the seas bring her breath
upon the shores I’ll kiss you
and wish I was a seashell singing
‘dear sweet dreams until love finds you’
and I’ll be here waiting
blue skies like
carnivals and pink kites
over white caps and worries
buried at sea
oh la la de la
children laughing
dogs barking I’m missing you
some day you’ll find
I was the dream
you let drift away

:: 03-28-2015 ::

The vulgarity of life
like-voices to voices,
each one sharing nothing
but the fullness of noise!
I tell you, when I am three-
hundred years of age
I should still cringe
at such superficiality!

:: 03-24-2015 ::

you’re irresponsible!
beating my blue tongue
i had the epiphany
of the divine
supernatural being
so Jesus wears gold chains
reaching for burritos
inside a cold freezer!
And I hadn’t had a piece
of ass forever!
the funny dog rubs
his ass on shag carpet
and my drink o’Merlot
spilled a splash of
Van Gogh on my impressive
chest — it’s not like breasts
but like the invincible
unobtainium of my brain
Geeks.
Screaming crows on my fence
keep Emily away — gee i c
she buried a brass tube
in her garden — one more
solo?  Hey!  Yeah!
She took the drums
beating feathers like a fly
buzzing the death of our
souls!

:: 03-27-2015 ::

echo! echo!
the rumbling
tumbling words
i bled! be gone
be gone! i said!
and. emptiness.
the most profound
weep i ever had!

:: 03-22-2015 ::

The vulgarity of life
like-voices to voices,
each one sharing nothing
but the fullness of noise!
I tell you, when I am three-
hundred years of age
I should still cringe
at such superficiality!

:: 03-24-2015 ::

after my first glass of Merlot
the world releases its painful
biting grip and although i always
know grass was sometimes green
i never knew just how green can
leap into a heart like a lover
too long separated from her love
kissing once again.  And just
because its that way I’ll have
another glass of Merlot.

:: 03-15-2015 ::

with margin so small
and heart the large
like-moon beating
within her breast
i become in love
like one with her
and wish for her
to be for me
like-moon beating
within my breast
i become in love
like one with her

:: 03-08-2015 ::