Standing,
in the fading sun
beneath the early
stars and the
yellow lamps
that light one by one.
Geese bear witness
As they waddle past on
Tiny orange feet,
As our hearts untwine
Under the
Misty blue sky.
Your supple mouth
Pinches tightly shut
As you lower your eyes
To the ground.
Lifting the lace high up
Over your head you
Go off to be a bride.
Apr 20, 2013
Apr 20, 2013 at 9:33 PM UTC
Yellow mango
flesh perched
on ruby red lips,
her elbow
propped on the
bar, watching
the leaving
ships,
News crackles
of a major hurricane,
tourist are
leavin
locals are
stayin
When the
surge subsided,
far inland it
reached
her body
was found
washed up
on the beach
the seas dead calm
the wind's mouth
zipped.
They knew it
was her by her
ruby red lips.
AD
Jan 19, 2011
Jan 19, 2011 at 5:58 PM UTC
Blowing sweat
dry, across her
neck.
As tiny
erections march
down her back.
Drawing warm
breaths threw
her teeth.
She praises the
sky for a
sweet relief.
AD
Dec 14, 2010
Dec 14, 2010 at 8:35 PM UTC
Weaving my way
Through a throng,
I spied emerald eyes
dark and somber
as a July
Thunderstorm,
her day dripped
sadness around
crimson heels
in tiny rivulets
of espresso and cream,
Staining her Burberry
skirt along its seams.
Lifting her hand to
her lips, *******
gingerly at manicured
fingertips.
She watched the
train pull away.
AD
Nov 23, 2010
Nov 23, 2010 at 5:26 PM UTC
Gnashing of teeth,
Tearing of vestments
Crematory waste
Smeared upon my face.
Angst
God has died,
A wanton suicide
Her ******* children
Now run this place.
Angst
***** stained covers
Adulterous lovers,
Depart smiling,
Not hiding their Faces.
Angst
Wounded skies bleed
On terra infirma indeed
It’s poison leaching
Into bubbling brooks.
Angst
Bonita Muerte
Erasing the pain
Setting the corpses
On the pyres again
Angst
AD
Aug 29, 2010
Aug 29, 2010 at 11:18 AM UTC
Remember when
a stroll , so ancient its name,
Was our universe.
Long and winding ,deep
Into the forest’s cosmos.
As Winter’s breath splashed
Your cheeks with rubies.
I stole glances of your
Perfect lips bathed
In the dying light.
As the stars played
Surreptitiously,
In your highlights,
Your hand
In mine,
I laid a kings road
To my soul.
Your chariot,
A kiss so warm
And deep its meaning
I dare not speak above
A
Whisper.
The
Man
Inside
Me
Is afraid
Of your caress
Unhand me, I say
Unhand me.
~AD~
Aug 7, 2010
Aug 7, 2010 at 8:20 PM UTC
Oh my,
How sweet the
Lullaby
Steals her tears
From crying eyes.
Whisking her weeping
Off its feet.
Silent harmonies
Sail her across the dark
Harbor, mooring her
Off to sleep.
Laying her fretless in
Softened quilts
Her mother hopes
Will keep.
Stealing away from
Her berth
The mother makes
A retreat.
Feeling lonely without
Her warmth
The baby’s eyes doth peep,
The baby's eyes doth peep.
AD
Jun 15, 2010
Jun 15, 2010 at 10:35 AM UTC
Lost River
Phantasms fill the spaces
Of my dreams a haunted place
Chatter chatter clatter breaking
Shattering the cold chains
Undamming memories of childhood
Lost, torrents of pain lay bare my banks
Of deep rooted trees
and tossed my sanctuary asunder
Dragging me under
Until
I sputtered and gagged on thick muddy memories
Until
I could not
find a dry place on my pillow
Until
I moaned a lullaby
A dirge so cheerful I wept no longer
behind the heavy red curtains of my
Private place,
Lest
I
Wake
My
Wife.
AD
Jun 2, 2010
Jun 2, 2010 at 6:57 PM UTC
Nerves grind sharply
as freshly drilled teeth
A rotted ghost of old
Haunts in my sleep
Warm acrid bile fills
The back of my throat
As Love soft peals
Erases all my hopes
Peeling back the moist corneum
Of my eager flesh
She exposes the throbbing source of
My distress
Her soothing glare
Renders my bones of fat
And lays them bare
My Mistress, My Mistress!
I have lost the will to
Resist,
You
Wonderfully
Cruel
Evil
Saintly
Dainty
Thieving
Adulteress
Who surrenders me
No rest.
~AD~
May 22, 2010
May 22, 2010 at 7:35 PM UTC
Sleepy moon beams kiss the morning sky
Goodbye, as they slip into the cerulean on
High.
I’d been walkin all night, the morning air
Unwinding the curls from my tangled hair. As I drug
My emotions through potholed streets.
Tires crunching sand the sweepers missed,
Sliver boxes clicking the lights from green to
Red, steam clouds rise in a royal ascension
Bathing passers by in a ghostly hue.
Pulling my coat tightly I slipped though
Their procession unnoticed, ears pressed to phones,
Eyes lowered to ground, hands gripped on purse straps.
I sit watching the wisp of early risers become a
Thunderous herd or late risers walking nowhere.
I’d been walkin all night, the morning air
Damp against my face, cool and electric
Condensing on my cheeks, dripping down
My face where my tears should be. If I
Won’t cry for myself most certainly the morning air
Will do it for me.
AD
May 6, 2010
May 6, 2010 at 7:52 PM UTC