Your glistening eyes surprised by
fear's demise... You're ready to engage
your body, I must lay you and enter but
not yet... First I make you wet, kissing
you from lip to belly. Your nipples get
hard and your heart starts beating heavy.

You are getting hot, I am stroking you
around your ilium crest, the juices start
gushing and alive is the zest, I pin my
finger on your venus. Move it in and
out, in and out. You breathe tenderly,
musical rhythms... And finally I enter and our bodies are one dither.

I dream in...
past hopes and future mistakes,
religious reveries and gilded heartaches.

I wake in...
a time I forgot and never learned
with muscles aching for what was yearned.

I shower in...
mana dropped from heaven
filled with visions, unleavened.

I clothe myself in...
fabrics of noir dyed in mystery
of what there is or what one might see.

I inspect myself in...
hopes of finding the hidden child
or seeing the old man going wild.

I meditate in...
the stillness between the sounds
feeling the earth and Her mounds.

I gather myself in...
the long journey to marbled halls
to bathe in the waters of Conceptus Falls.

I walk on in...
silent bliss amongst the cacophony
as my mind turns inward to utter sympathy.

I return in...
defiance of my captured soul
as it strains to escape from this tethered Shoal.

And close my eyes, once more, in...
tandem with the beats of this heart
as it slows itself into a peaceful restart.

What is she and where did she come from?
She's an extraordinary terrestrial.
A girl from out of my space
but belongs so natural.

The stars in that beautiful night sky
Why are they so familiar?
Why is it when I see here eyes
That Gemini is still there?

I want to be part of her astronomy
Study my heart racing at comet speed
To her love that's worth a fortune like astrology
I've discovered a celestial body.

To all of you who think books are boring
Think again maybe your looks are boring!
Thats why you’re so dumb because you don’t read
You are probably busy smoking weed
Okay maybe I was joking about the weed part but people get a life go to the library or something and exercise your eyes!
Reading is good so give it a try
By the way the second last line was a lie!

We had recovering drug addicts come in
Talking to us with their sunken
Ashy eyes
And sweaty palms
You could tell they were nervous by the
Way they carried themselves
Cinder blocks and
Broken piano parts
And their pasts
All clinging to them,
For life support
They talked about how easy
It was to let gravity eat you alive
As you are falling into a black pit
You can’t stop the falling
Their wings were bound to
Pseudo lovers who
Gave them bruised arms
And blue fingers.
If you are lucky enough to
Escape the clenched hands of
Addiction,
The rest of your life will
Be a walking tightrope act
Trapeze dancers
One slip and you are falling
Even faster
Harder than before.
And your family, friends,
Everyone you have ever known is
In the audience watching you
Fall into your premature grave
And there is nothing they can do
But tell you to fly
But you cant
Because you just love your
Mistress too much
To ever let her go.
And they warned us about
How hard it might be to say no
To not let the circus come into
Town, but if you do
Only you can pack up the
Lions, clowns,
Colorful balloons.
Someone asked them if they
Believe drugs should be legalized
And he responded with
If I walk into a gas station
And see drugs for sale I will
Not be able to hold myself
Upright.
But I also do not want a government
Establishment to tell me what I can
And cannot ingest into my body,
So I don’t know.
Newton’s First Law of Motion
States that something will keep moving
Unless some force acts upon it.
And once you start drugs
Or gambling
Or skipping meals
it will progressively
Worsen in time.
Festering in bloodstreams
Until you decide to stop it.

Tucking Dostoyevsky’s
Crime and Punishment
into the bedside cabinet
of the cheap

Paris hotel
having cleaned
the greasy sink
and bidet

you walked out
on the street
breathing in
the Parisian air

smelling the perfume
of the restaurants
on the side walks
seeing the sights

taking photographs
as memoirs
drinking the wines
and beers

and that fish
with eyes still there
putting you off
you tried to get out

of the cheap cafe
but paid for the meal
you couldn’t eat
the fish eye

gazing up at you
dead eye
battered fish
and the Left Bank

and night
and you taking in
the sights and lights
and those whores

sitting in windows
like gifts
to have wrapped
but not take home

or the sexy films
you never
went to see
in those cinemas

you just walked by
or the Eiffel Tower day
right to the top
the view splendid

the sight historical
or those rides
on the Metro
riding the wrong carriages

looking out
for the train inspector
pretending to be Aussies
giving it the yak

and later
in your hotel room
taking out
Dostoyevsky

and entering
the Russian world
of murder and deceit  
and being followed

you imagined
by the detective
looking out
onto he Parisian street

from the open window
of your room
gazing at street corners
and shadows  

or remembering
that French girl
in the cafe
who served you

with bright eyes
black and white dress
and white apron
the fine long legs

and wiggling behind
recalling the old priest
who once said
too much sex
will make you blind.

Sun coming up with my head over the lake
Breathing cold air in as last night fades
Split tales flip against blue sky
Trees of green shadow my eyes

My mind's troubles
ripple far from the shore
and I – hurt no more

She rambles on her guitar
Feet toes barely touching the water
Sounds and light flicker in space
She sings songs of “finding peace”

And my mind's trouble
ripples far from the shore
I - hurt no more

Couple of beers, shooting pool at the bar
Drinking with friends who don’t know who you are
Outside the night air is driftin’ off of the lake
Easy now to smell the coming of change

My mind's troubles
ripple far from the shore
and I - Hurt no More

Hear the waves crashing on the sand
my heart skips a beat when he grabs my hand.

Listen to you breathe lying next to me
Curled up close I begin to dream

I stayed up all night yesterday,
And when the rain began to pour,
I began to float weightlessly, resting on the rising waters.
Forever skyward I was lifted,
Yet still remained in contact with the sea
Gazing down to watch the ghouls below.

At times, they accumulated enough energy
And clambered through the tides towards my side.
Yet the weight of their unrecognized guilt disabled them,
Again they spiraled back down like wisps of smoke.
I was prepared for my persistent pleas of mercy
But the heroic current swiftly pulled them away.
So I basked in the light, Often looking back in caution.
Meeting eager eyes, and visible minds
That jumped excitedly with plans of attack.

But the waters then deeper, absorbed their shocks,
So much that all i felt was a mere nudge.
Their impatient eyes always on me,
Rendered them blind to their inevitable failures.
It was only upon entering my mind, freely as always
Did they hear my silenced voice repeat-
better luck next time, better luck tomorrow.