/or my *** dealer.
man alight with gemstone glands &
sticky at the tips.
each finger
pressing wet pampas cure.

the touch and study of
high-fi royal matter. (rose galactic)

savannah, hand
& fleshing meat in the heat of mother cradle.
africa man, tell me how was it?

details: the nature of today
& of tomorrow,
of pleasure kid.

t-shirt, he
prepares an atomic roll of autumn magic and smile, friends
or simply just
a spliffy belief in holy hallelujah man.
wild this.
tree of knowledge of good and evil and all in between.
tree of

the modern mystic noon
& in it is energy/vision/like midnight
but throated in such
humming beautiful light.

the sky breathes endless love,
said sun and fun,
marooning us onto an all-day sigh.

i.

I must be honest
Mine sweetest earl Jane;
I hath not been on much
From the sickness, and pain's.

ii.

If I'm to goeth away
Today mine sweet Jane;
Knoweth we shalt meeteth again
At the front of heaven's gate's.


©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedication/soulmate always
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Streetdogs rattle
a drunken cackle
spilling home after hours.
Scuffing pavements
dragging heels and dignity low.
Voices traveling further
than they need to go.
The ****** persist in splitting peace
invading night.
Children pretend to sleep
believing the bowsies are cool.
Wanting to be just like them.
Some will too.

we know it is not right,
but we continue on doing it.
we know we can hurt,
but we never admit.
we know someone might fall in love,
but we have no intention to make them fall.
we know it is never easy to forgive,
but we do not know how to say sorry.
we know it is easy to say good bye,
but we know it is hard to do.
in every thing we do,
there is an equal and opposite reaction.

My teenage years flew by,
and not once have I experienced
the quintessential rebellion
that movies portray.
I've never smoked.
I've never drank.
I've never been to a real party.
I've never snuck out.
I've never kissed anyone.
My teenage years have been
uneventful,
and I'm not sure if I should be
grateful
or upset about it.

Catch the twinkle in my eye?
Slip it in your purse.
It's the only star you'll need in this universe.

You have it to keep
Treat it well.
What the future brings no one can tell.

You've had it ten years now.
A boy of five and a girl of three.
The twinkle shining bright via two smaller versions of you and me!