AWAY FOR STRANGERS

Cheeks so full of pain

And experience

Real freckles finally

Some real fucking freckles

I heckle at how stupid

I could have been in the 

Past

Flashing past the multiverse

Of pain and toil

So many lonely shifts

I worked these past 

Few years

Finally to find

This warmth 

Again

In your eyes

I stare

Lost in your presence

You call it energy

I call it a trance

Through the day

We dance 

Grabbing every curve

You can make

Kissing you like 

An old man longing 

For his youth

I smother you

In smoke

And silver

Shiver 

And sweat with me

Through this reverse

Warrior stance

Arms up

I glance over

At you finally here

In this room with 

Me sweating

Leaving our 

Past in the past

Focusing on our gratitude

For today

The way we lay

Holding onto your

Soft Columbian

Skin

What a sin

It must be

To hold

Onto the hope

Of you loving me

Back 

Making juice from this

Fruit and potatoes

You call it soul food

Food for my soul

Food for my heart

A knife and 

Spoon in my art

We are good

Together 

My sweet brunette Willow

Under you I stay

In my mind 

And my bed 

Next to your 

Panties you

Left at my place

I sleep with you

Every night

Even when you dance 

Away for strangers

Holding ones

I am the one 

Waiting for you

To come back home

To our home

We are building 

Laying foundation

And rebar

Laying this foundation

Of the future

Together

We suture 

Each other back to 

Working order

Collapsing old

Ways of thought 

Waves

We are the future

Both of our next

Chapters

Turning 

The page 

At the same time

THE PAIN OF LIFE

The way you look 

At me 

Is the way I look 

At you

Asking me

What do I see

Us together

I do

Us together

For two

Lets enjoy 

This new found fire

And keep warm

For the night

This season

Give me the reason

To grow

To heal

To feel the world

Again

In a positive

Way

This good way 

We lay with each other

Throbbing into

Your Tilapia

Thighs

Pulsing through

Your star bound

Walls

The piano

& your homework

You study

So hard

My sweet studious

South American

Treat

How delicate

And strong 

you are with 

Boundaries

+ stares

The way you walk 

From behind

I can only just 

Stop and stare 

In awe 

Inside of you

I thaw 

And pull these

Straws of hope

Hoping

Just hoping

To get the long

End of the stick

This time

And stick 

And stay

And spend some days

With you

Cooking 

And laughing

And kneading

And banging

This bed against the 

Wall 

For I am a horse

And you are my stall

Allow me to fall

Gracefully

Back to earth

Into your oceans

So deep

Under the waves

I sink

Into you

So weak

I seem to be emotionally

As I get older

The cry baby

You call me

Makes me want 

To cry 

It’s so true

The pain of life

Just gets heavier

And lighter

And weaker

And brighter

The days of tomorrow 

I will never know

But for now

With you 

I want to be near

PUTTING DOWN THE PUZZLE

Bodies stuck together

We tether

Ever through

This all still so new

That new

That just stares

Smiles a few seconds

Before even speaking

Teaching

Leaking into

You

Splitting

Into two

Shifting

Each other

Last night drifting

Into an alter

Dimension

Of us

A future version

Walking home from the carnival

With hands full of stuffed animals

You laughing at

The stuffed mammals

Of life bends

The music spins

Flash of lights

Kissing our sutures

Incredible how the blue light

Changes your face

From woman

From man

No need to understand

How I feel

Alone next to you

Your fingers

In my beard

Curbed lips

Covered rose hips

Sticking to you

Like starch

No longer interested

In matching the colors

Putting down the puzzle

The arch of pain

Arms tracing these wounds

My jaw in your neckline

Like wolves that hide

We muzzle

Dousing the past

Eyes stared

We huddle

Taking baby steps

Towards wanting more

And making sure the shoreline

Is still there

One foot on the ground

Into the night

These waves break

At our feet

Washing us clean

Walking slowly

Deeper into the abyss

Watching you sleep 

With no pillow 

My brunette shaded willow

Next to you

Under your branches

Up heaving lungs

Inch by inch

I wither

Leaving summer

I shed

Inch by inch

I slumber

Deeper into you

Double You Club

Pushing through 
The dark mud
Of molasses lust

Covering boots 

Cover it a must

Up to my knees by now

Wanting to answer that call

The call of the wild

My black horse of the night

Take me away

Over and over 

& over and over again

Your sun kissed torso

Rolling over again

On your side

Pulsing away at my cock

Feeding like wolves

Lost in the dark

Together we paddle 

In unison 

Upstream

Layered cream

Dipping hands 

In your hair

Jet black

The color of my heart

Inside of you 

Alone

I feel so at home

Throned

Zoned

Thrown

Like a child

Wanting to go back inside

Of his mother’s womb

Inside of you

I yearn for

The inside walls

Clinging to every glimpse

Of our past

Of your plumped lips

Perfect skin

Glowing so bright 

Pumping this gas

Of spiritual inertia

Deep in your ass

Re-birthing

Re-jetting

Re-fueling

Looking up at 

All the dolls you have collected

Over the years

Inside their little 

Glass cages

Staring back at me from afar

Tucked mahogany wood trim

Gently closed doors

Standing there in 

all their different outfits

Reminding me all the ways 

I can out fit myself 

From all these relationships

In due time

A sinew of time

Wraps these years 

Together

Of you 

& I

& all the little dolls

 

That’s where our love lives 

Locked inside

That little glass house

Of all the

girls collected

With perfectly coifed hair

Perfectly standing there

In composure &

Posture

My life

An imposter

A whole day spent of memory

Impatient collections

Astute recollections

Of our night scapes

As I stand outside

Day screaming 

Leering inside

Our little glass house

Yearning to come home

With these hands

Full of stones

OUR HOUSE A GENTLE MEMORY

& you are a part of me

as I am a part of you

as we sit somewhere 

inside our house

a gentle memory

of laughter and long talks

i still remember wandering

around inside your grand mind

long walks & the passing of time

the grandfather clock tic's

so swiftly the way life toc's 

but the way your delicate

fingers matched perfectly

intertwined with mine

will always be something

hard to forget

like the way the vine

remembers the grape

full enriched by the sun

long after the harvest

has come

you will always be inside

of one of these rooms

caressed velvet & sunset hues

there in that room

we still sit

legs dangling

staring up at the moon

talking about the world

Eyes Up To The Sun

Gave up to the sun today
Back down here on the earth
With my eyes closed
I can see you anywhere

Surround me like the ocean breeze
Love on my mind
Your hands on my heart
Can't make out which reality is more surreal
This white sand ocean floor

Or the white mink rug
On your bedroom floor
Littered with palo santo
Gems & sage
Can't you see
I'm locked in your flowered cage
Romanticizing coming home

Praying every time
I walk through those wooden doors
Your cabin in the woods
Trading this fur for your goods
The exchange is mutual my dear
Always ending up at your ears

Spinning circles into your cheek bones
Milk thistle honey and silk robes
I lose myself into your eyes
Smearing lines of the past
Wondering who you really are
Waking up again in your arms

The ocean waves break against my limbs
As this sun slowly kisses
Me softly back to sleep
Swimming back to you
In my mind
Swimming through
These time zones
To your delicate treat

Rest your collar upon
My beating heart
Let these waves
Wash our fear apart
Soaking up another
Beautiful bountiful day
Lost on this white sand beach
With you on my mind
With the hands of time on our side

My eyes closed up to the sun
I feel you everywhere
Sprawled out on this beach
Into your womb

Into your wooden cave
Keep me your comfort slave
I'll be the pillow
You be the sheets
Nestle up inside of me
Wash us to sleep

Back into your world
Spinning with eyes
Up to the sun
Back on the earth
Falling back into you again
With these gentle waves
Lapping at our feet

NIGHT RAPIDS

scared to show you the cracks

in the cup

where the ridges

have been glued

the semi-gloss glaze

covers them neatly

scared to show you the cracks

in my mind

the places where the

fear stays cool

& damp

the charade

covers them neatly

scared to show you the cracks

in my amour

the places where

the steel

is not flush

slits of sliding metal

over gentle warm

malleable flesh

beneath the surface

scared to show you the cracks

in my attention

where my mind takes

me away

distracted

down through the cold

river of fear

& shame

scared for you to see

this rickety wooden

moss covered canoe

catching a glimpse

of me paddling

focused

into the cold

lost
into the darkness of the night

JUST LIKE I SUFFERED

Just a phone call
& blink, I'm there
Like night
On skin
Walking in
I win
That moment
Black tights, stems
Legs of dreams
Seams, blackened
Boots like our pasts
Passing the others
Dining
Beaming
Shiny teeth
Colored trinkets
Sprinklets
Of romance
Spill accidental
From your mouth
You pout
Sharing your battered
Hands & bruised ribs
Just the way i remember
You my dear
My love
Stay near
Let me just in, a bit
Closer, to smell you
Seep, you, inside
To hide

In the night
About to escape
The city of apples
Never sleeps
Sheep
Sleepishly
I retreat, back
Into questions
I peruse
Searching for
Clues, that just
Maybe
Just
Maybe
You've missed
Me too

Asking why I haven't
Been writing
Nibbling lips
Searching for some
Effervescent reason
Why
Can't really say
Just the sad
Fact that no one
Seems to move
Me, this way
You do
Every time
Your in the room
June

Boom
Twenty one hundred
Tiny red ballons
I can write
The walls
Blow up bathroom stalls
Instigate, navigate, resuscitate
Cathedral halls, with choirs
Chain saws & straws
& a thousand bee stings
No matter
I just want the honey baby
Lean over
I'm hungry baby
I am a pig
I am a dog

I am the wolf
Let me eat you out, deer
Let me teach you about, dear
Let me see through all your teenage years
Tears, simmer them down
Drape, scapula
Tibula
Fibula
Ovary
Jovially
I'd destroy
All that you touch
Indeed
I hope you suffer

With out me
There
You'll find
Happiness
I'm sure
Its the cure from
The pain
You must sink
Into darkness
Just beyond the rain
Letting it into your boots
Soaking socks
On lookers flock
To find those places
Of strength
And knowledge
So jump those cliffs
Ride those rails
And let them hurt you
In all the ways you fear

Because I promise you
My dear
Just the ways
I was raised
True art is born
From braised
Heat, boiled over
Scars
Reaching, pulling
Jumping in
And out of moving cars
Crossing borders
& promises
Losing everything
You ever left the house
With and more
Only then will
You find the door
That opens on it's own
Happiness, solitude
& your home

It's in that place
That I beg your fingers
Beep beep & trace
The phone open
Dial my numbers
To find me mumbling
In some Trader Joe's
Line
Waiting for time
Itself, to reveal
To revel
The bevel, of time, slimes
Past the twelves
Chasing the nines
One day again
You'll be mine
Little ear
All bad things pass
In time you hear
Now put your
Hair up in a pony tail
One last time
Before you leave
So I can stare at
Those cheek bones
& heave
Deep inside
Yearn
For
You
Truly
Are
The
Kryptonite

That kills
My dear
I hope you suffer
Just like
I've suffered
And on the other side
Of the hands of time
I'll see you there

THE ARC OF REJECTION

Glaring

Sparkling

Magnetic

Allure

Grumpy

Upset

& hungry

I take you

Every way

I take you

Every day

The electric

Shock

The toxic

Waves

I feel

Every time

You turn away

Electric fence

Please

Keep me away

Something about

Being an addict

Don’t touch the stove

Its hot

Spending a life line

On burns

A life time

Churn

Of starving

Ferns

Stretching to the light

Photosynthesis

Doesn’t work

In the dark

Our love

Is a shark

& I wait

For you to bite

Humanize the day

Consume me

While I pay

Infuse me

With sacred

Spirits

I pray

Twenty years

In the dark

Rolling

Smoldered

Now I yearn

For light

The world turns

On my shoulders

Telling you tonight

How much I miss

Romance

Dancing

Passion

Holding something

Close to the chest

Some heart

Stricken goals

The way to the heart

Through my coals

My eyes

My head

Trace me

Feed me

Do something

That no one else

Can do

Something

That no one else

But you

The pipe

The pain

My fantasy

You may never change

The way back

I once stumbled upon

That place in your

Arms

Your legs

Waiving like

The freedom

Of the flag

That used to waive

So freely

In the car with my father

The final days

Of his life

Knowing that memory

Would last forever

Wish I had another

Man to call

& ask

To see

To have another

Adult

To tell me

Walk away

Run free

Burning hands

Sticking

Electric wire

Fascinated

The spark

The arc

Of rejection

Must be some kind

Of sick joke

My heart

A broken spoke

All the lovers

I hurt in the past

Riding away

On rusted bicycles

Wishing I could

Just bury my self

In your ass

Sleep in the dark

Till Sunday

Your thighs

Eyes

In the elevator

The rain

I would take any angry

Day away

My dame

But you just

See the shame

You just electrify

& I want

To touch

& smell  

This burning hair

For you are

The stove

I am the hand

And I just can’t stop

Burning this way

I can’t find

The way back

That place

I stumbled upon

Closed arms

Coveted thighs

Just a memory

Your eyes

Now just the fence

Blue

Electric

Flashes

Stuck in my head

Again

With my lies

As my hand traces

Over the map

Dulled thumbs

Nibbled nails

Gentle & frail

How did I get

So much older

To find myself alone

I should have left

Bread-crumbs

Or some secret cloak

To sneak me through

Your guarded alarms

Map faded

Dusty black

Because

I just can’t seem to find

The way back

Into your arms

THE HITCH OR THE HONDA

Sitting

Theater

Minds

Condominium

Learning

Oblivion

Passing

Bars

Watching

Movies

Speeding

Cars

Somehow

You

On my mind

Invisible

Hat

Wondering

Cat

Where

Your long

Hair waves

Lonely
Freckle
Miniature

Ears

Giant

Mouth

Tiny
Tears

Listening

At home

Watching

Movies

Whirled

By the twenties

Curled

On your

Tiny screen

Watching them die

Wishing

For a butterfly

To spin

Me

& sleep

My cocoon

Of red

Tucked

Away

Watching

Sheep

Wanting

The noose

Walking the deck

At night

Your voice

Wrapping

My neck

Lost

At the counter

Yesterday

When I had

To buy a new tie

Knowing

That mine

Probably

Won’t make it

Back home

It’s where

I want to be

Somewhere

Tucked away

Your swoon

Waiting

For

Our

Time

Spring

Hissing

Traffic

Through

The blinds

We bloom

In my mind

Seeing

Feeling

I was

There

In that grace

Barren

Dry

Knee high

In your space

Next to you

In that place

Where my

Black tie

Gently

Rest

Still