******* pricey thought
Pretending to be a princess
I’ll catch him and rip his fancy
Dresses off cuz there’s no ecstasy
On his naked raked body
Old and possessed reeking ***
Smells of coke or ****
My ****** up American dream
Your hells, heels and hills
Your hits, ****, teals and tills
You and your exquisite cream
Of love–I’d rip you apart apart
From this adorable gait
Underneath that glorious golden Gate.

September 23, 2015
Villeurbanne

The poet is this divine being
Seeking soothing foreseeing
The inner core meaning of men
Mainly of the muses mourns the hem
Of their beauty now beholds the marble
Out of sacred skins sews his own fable

The poet is now ever never
Wherever whenever forever
Touch her take her tame her
She’s the color the lore altogether
Altogether… Alltogether… All to get–

her.

September 18, 2015
Villeurbanne, France

The Boat-Bridge floats over the Bay
Devilish hell-colored titanesque
Sailing sophisticated red ray
Hefty, gargantuesque
Passage, tied to the fate
Of angels –Golden Gate .

The aqueermarine City
In Baker’s hues revives
The aquamarine beauty
Of Athena’s visionary eyes
Home found fond Exodus
On top of Castro –Olympus
I touch the bridegroom’s bustier



The Boat-Bridge burns, becomes lustier
In this marriage of many a desire,

It consumes my soul, I come

To: San Francisco, –my heart-home.

March 31, 2015
San Francisco, California