Maybe one day I will share Everclear and orange juice with a stranger. Perhaps it will be at a bus station or in a backyard south of Rio Grande, hell, it could be tomorrow on my smoke break by that one dumpster; the one that nobody notices because it smells like forgotten space and unwashed feet. Regardless of where it won't take much to warm the belly and cloud the chaos. Maybe a small splash into a glass would be all I need to look over at the stranger, who happily shares it with me, and say what I can't when sober. A splash for us both, so we can hear our naked thoughts and see we are the same in mind, body, and spirit. We are no different. We are but two fleshy hearts sharing forgotten space, looking for love, and finding ourselves; but as to how? That is never clear.
Feb 24, 2021
Feb 24, 2021 at 1:09 PM UTC
I fall in love
With everyone I know
I give this heart away
Freely I give mind
Body and spirit to follow
You will know I am yours
When you hold me
Close and in your hands
When I let you take it—
In pack not in part
Wholly you have me
My undivided loyalty
Feb 22, 2021
Feb 22, 2021 at 7:35 PM UTC
We can make love
Or talk about you
Whatever you want to do
My time is yours
My body is too
To touch and soothe
Or to hold my tongue
Feb 22, 2021
Feb 22, 2021 at 4:43 PM UTC
I have worked the wrench’n’hammer
To the bolts’n’nails of rich men.
As their machines mutter’n’purr,
I am left with pennies to spare.
I have crawled under their buildin’s,
Face down as if I’m their grease’n’dirt,
To make their water flow on for them,
Havin to skip my meals for their dollar’s whim.
I hold my tongue like the best of’em
And fold my calloused hands politely.
When asked what I believe, I simply blink;
lettin’em think I’m a chain with’a missing link.
I drive 45 minutes home to an awful town
But it’s cheap an I can stand it.
I **** shower an shave, an wait for my baby.
She’s a whip smart mind, my beautiful lady.
The days are similar an not so excitin’,
They grind on an on till the point is dull.
But with her around me, I’m a lucky man,
Cause she sees life not ‘as is’ but as ‘we can’.
One day we will stop all this dreamin’
An cast off to the winds whirlin’ whisper.
As it tells us where, when, an how, we will
Go on together an finally have our fill.
Feb 10, 2021
Feb 10, 2021 at 4:13 PM UTC
That fog was a wet sock,
Shoved deep into their mouths.
A cold day and a bundled heart.
They choked on wasted words,
Words that would have spilled out,
Had the sun warmed their lips.
The frosted park of leafless trees
Sang silence in a tune too quiet.
They walked, feeling every stone unturned.
The simple scarf she wore,
Just a pretty noose around her nape;
He would have kissed her there if he knew the knots.
His gloved hand was a fortress,
Tucked and tightly hoarding heat.
She found no invitation at that leather gate.
As they walked in the mundane,
Surrounded by winter’s mystery,
They both longed to run back and kiss with a summer sunset.
Nov 21, 2020
Nov 21, 2020 at 2:45 PM UTC
I would rather have ice in my veins,
To water down the liquor,
Than pump all this blood
Just to remind me I'm not dead.
Aren't we here to feel something?
Bottle after bottle
After bottle after
Bottle after bottle.
I would rather shiver at your touch, naked,
Than feel nothing under clothes.
It's winter out there, dear,
And we are starting this fire.
Nov 20, 2020
Nov 20, 2020 at 1:58 PM UTC
The rain was my mourning,
As it sifted through the misty air,
Landing with purpose
On cracked cement.
Leather boots splashing
In the wake of fallen tears.
As if god could learn empathy
And cry with his fleshy maumets.
Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 6:12 PM UTC
His knuckles were knots.
Round, tight bunches,
Tied roughly, taught
By the lessons of men;
Who seem only to brutalize
The beauty of the body.
His heart was chiseled.
Stone in the stead of flesh,
Fixed to a function. Grounded,
Not in hope, but the kiln’s capture.
Heat, the blistering rage, resolved
In all the hand’s heartless work.
His mind was not his. Home;
A house of helplessness. Now,
The mental mutiny made know.
Year's of yearning for youth, only
To forfeit all faith of the future,
In exchange for hard truth.
Oct 13, 2020
Oct 13, 2020 at 12:33 PM UTC