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Time to shake the bugs out of my skull
turn my mouth inside and holler
the guano factory into a flurry of feeding frenzy,
sandblast my soul clean of sediments
that sedates and strap me to this slumber.

Time to crack my cranium wide open
and let a June rainbow land
right there,
coloring my stale grey matter
with the hope of summer.

Time to wake up, wake up, wake up.
This is the beginning.
 
There is no way
to capture the wind
when it's outside the shell.

It wraps around trees,
twists cedars
into lichen-spattered statues
crooking their fingers
in resignation, bowing eastward
to Aeolus who sings
in the blue spaces between pines

Cormorants lift up
from wet rocks that tumble
into the ocean and disappear
in flat uneven steps,
bubbled under algae.

The woods are full of chipmunks
that pause on fallen trunks
and the sky is a stage set
for two bald eagles hurling themselves
at each other until the gray hen
circling beyond their span
loses interest and sails away.

We don’t want
to catch the wind
or let the stony grit slip
through our fingers,
but we touch the scaly knots
of transient branches with reverence,
pilgrims in borrowed shirts,
hanging on to Styrofoam coffee cups
like amulets, marveling
at the impermanence of flesh
that owns as much space
as an open chord.
 
you ask me for crumbs
I want to feed you cake
angel food with powdered sugar

want to adorn you in the metals you see trailing from my fingertips
like magical spinerettes
darling how can I not disappoint?

finally held high enough to
bow

your arms that hold these pillars are strong
I long to touch them

shine them with the glow
pink reflected off my blush

pounding beads from roses
I am not ready to solidift
I will pretend to be soft
empty

with the plea to stay
stay
 
always

let there be change in pockets
metal to jingle, to clink
to burn

to play the slots
maybe get lucky

I hope

then be enough
to fill those black holes
with missing words

whatever they maybe
they will be full of me
 
the change
i can hear
from a block away,
at least
comin' up on me
till you step
on my heels
and we play
some vamprillic game
the only thing missing
is here now.
 
this is what it is for
tp wake up and speak
this did not exist before yesterday
and I put it there
i did i did i did

it may be ignored
forgotten
but it will never slip from non existance again
it is mine
i wrote it
 
like two black dogs
tugging the bone
back and forth, one to
the other
aggressive yet mostly
just blowin' off steam
you know what i mean
my bad dog
my lowest of the low
unnatural in nature
finding myself as i
lose it
in you.
is this 2-d love
or am i deluded
taking a turn for
the best of show
i never know if
its more than just
my silly brain.
 
god this is awful

black dog tug and growl
black cat scratch and howl

we silly old minds tend to fall into the domesticated breed
with the sniff and hiss
finding their way back to master's heel

come snuggle with the old puss
I can clean behind your ears with my rough tongue
paw your shiny tags
you can nuzzle me with that wet nose
sleep all day till master gets home

and we return to tongue droolin tail waggin nudge against the leg
purrrrr

pet me first
pet me first
 
radial tires cut through thunderstorm puddles
leaving behind a wake of summer warm waters
and I feel you there with me
on that path of empyy street
where the waters part for us
and then fall

but I will glide through this gigh high with you
and bring you gulps of air
if you resubmerge

I will be your silver thread

you keep me tight and polished
displayed in velvet boxes

and I am not a fool,
I know where this is going
death or heart break
when she brings you gold...
but right now I don't care
and that is all I wanted to say

I thought of you while my tires splashed through the puddles
 
I stretch
and I am born in each
muscle snap morning
once I opened my eyes
and you were on your back
but our hands locked we sleep
holding hands and I didn't
even hear you leave

I smell coffee but it's not
real in my fantasy I don't
have to stretch these
unwilling chords awake
rowing nowhere leg
press and duel lateral
incline I have to fly
but in my fantasy
I just drink coffee eat
raspberry muffins hold
your hand and dream
 
you paint me flat
stretched into the futuure like the opening to another star wars
prequil sequiel nyquil

you plant me deep
and high
a monolyth for primates to adore
after the rain slides us away
 
close your eyes
and it wont matter
whose lips are wrapped around
pressing firm
while my tongue looks for direction
endlessly searching itself into a flutter
fingers pinch a damn to prefent flooding
over cheek, chin, shoulder all
muscling in for a turn, their brush with glory
just
close your eyes
let me take it like a man
 
We both know
what we want
But who will make
the first move?

You’re worried
should I think you cheap
If you appear too eager
or show too little resistance

Well…yes I will
And that’s the fun
Politeness sucks and so does
always having to say please

Well, do I kiss you?
Or whisper in your ear?
Or just put my hand
between your legs?

Sod you woman
I’ve had enough!
This is mine
Now show me yours!
 
it is 11 o clock
time to switch from coffee to alcohol
time to turnn chair around
myself upside
down with a whisper
bring it to me



and this is so easy
and cheap
why write these little lines
everyone has seen heard tasted given had watched read about or at least dreamed about the
perfect
blow
job

why in heavens name
must miss anna attempt to write it in a poem
just straight on the platter



it is eleven o clock
I have switched from coffee to beer
more to follow
 
if I'd have known
you desired
the queen between my teeth
I certainly would have have
lifted skirts
and started there while she was distracted


baby you want me to take her place
clink around with my metal king
in that metal box down in th ebasement
 
trace my eye gaze-
these vectors lead not to the
crouched sculpture but to you.

you who spray me onto concrete
chipping from brick
the sky is colored with the oranges
and pinks of sunrise
yet flowers point their faces to the west

something is not right

perhaps it is the fog
refracting the light that passes
and does not pass
perhaps it is the force
between us that ties the coasts together
like a silk purse
pulled tight
 
these lines they draw
erase
come closer,

turn away

always these lines these lines these lines

stretch from one direction only
knuckles sore from the slap
electric collar
invisible fence

always they change
the perimeter
call from the other side
come! come!

I fall into myself again
trace this body down

the comfort of the coccoon
isolated
I have never been wrapped tight and left alone

i do not want the lines
i want wills to blend a crease between the wanting

oh to outgrow this desire impossible desire
to die and die and die wrapped tight
inside of you

the only land without borders is my own
to die and to die within my own
is the only fate I must accept
to die and die and die
within myself
alone

can't bargain this
 
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The Night Of Fucking-Me-Silly.

The tumbled bed and the pleasant ache
inside me, your secret smile
all remind me of last night.
Slyly shifting zips and sliding elastic
to discover the body
I know so well
but still excites me.
Did I go alone or did you
carry me to the bed?
Did I open freely to you
and did your hands gentle me to arousal?
I recall bruising kisses, knotted fistfuls
of tangled hair, softness, hardness.
and sated sighs ass skies lightened
 
sometimes
love is more
than what you put at the bottom of a letter
before your name

how fortunate for me to have found it here
with a kiss good night

to sleep beside
after we figure out
which of us will attend
the children's
"end of the year" picnics
double sceduled
in the morning

sometimes
it is all that matters
and everything makes sense

how to hold on to that sometimes
and stretch it around myself
like a shaw?

a forever and always
quilt
to help me sleep
when I am lost
and I am so often lost
 
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Tathagata said:
I read about a 6 year old girl
driving with her mother
and there crossing the highway was a turtle

the girl wanted to save it
the mother pulled over and
the girl opened her door
and rushed out to get it
and was hit by a car
and killed

all the reading
and poetry and drinking and smoking
all the sex and meditation, and eastern crap
couldn't stop me from crying
for a girl I never met
but knew very well
Click to expand...

It's all the graves,
rows of them in mute
finality, markers for pairs
of numbers not meant to add
up to anything, but everything
is unspoken in that dash,
that line unbroken
between numbers is
more elemental than lead,

weighted with wedding cake
and ice cream, snowflakes melting
on a careless tongue, schoolbooks
and the spray of water displaced
by a ball of joyous limbs breaking
the minor depth of a backyard pool,

tears and measles, laughter
and trick or treat bags all reduced
to skeletal fingers clinging to air
that kisses the face even as it
breathes leaves into gutters
and keeps breathing until mountains
are sand and turtles and little girls
are memories and you and I
are a line between numbers.

:heart:
 
Fucking Anonymous ( an erotic poem)

Will you be my editor? teach me how to
flow, like tell me how you'd fix my poem
Oh baby oH OH OH!!

would you grab my adverbs, wash
my face in adjectives, clean this poem
up good for submission, teach me

how to ask when I need some
advice, is it okay to write about
sex, is it okay that my words dont rhyme

will you rearrange my sentences
so they look like a man, can I sit
in his lap, poetic license, and fuck him

to death? will you be my editor
will you bathe me with critique
will you show me the path
to poetic blisss, will me make me
your &%^#@% bleep, bleep bleep :D
 
One Day~

in slow motion my mind embraces
a time when i was in my lovers arms

so long ago

a time when all was right
and good


our minds were one
happy thoughts
slow smiles
searing kisses
bodies feeding off each other

then a day came
all went to hell
not of our doing,
but anothers

now miles apart
wanting to be so near

feeling my love
holding him so close to my heart
deep feelings
of want
need
desire
cravings

just to hold him
love him
be in his arms
every night
and day

time stands still

one day my love
all our dreams
will come to fruitation

one day my love

one day
soon~
 
like a busted pipe
my passion
has gone from
a slow drip
drip
drip
and become a
steady stream
ever widening
in your wake
i will take
you right in, here
with me
make you me
trade back and forth
in place and time
your place or mine
or anywhere,
is fine
with me.
damn baby, you got me.
 
I love how you page through vacation guides
to find yourself in the perfect sunset
writing me love songs in the margins

and how your voice still shakes
as if we were never lovers

I love how you don the silver suit of armour
when I proclaim
I die I die I die!
you rescue me from yourself

this golden dragon of desire
teeth waiting for the call
flesh waiting for the call
to arms

I love how you tint me purple
dress me in queens robes
how you love the layers
and layers how you love
the lifting
and lifting

as ny modesty holds the material
between

I love how you make fruit grow
from my hands
and firewords flicker in my eyes
green as the dragon
you take my skin, smoothed to perfection
nd claim it
and tame it
and promise
nothing
 
I want a room with a view
I want a room with a view
a view of you,
and you
doing what it is you two do
I want a room
with a view
 
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