Don't rest your life on my dislocated shoulders.

Your life will be unstable for ever.

You have ambushed and taken away my feelings.

I am ready to exchange my precious feelings with my riches in-lieu.

Return my precious feelings to me, please,
I need them to complete some poems that are unfinished.

I pressed the eject button.

My mind was freed
from the body it had wrecked.

It's floating freely through the air.

Don't capture it.
It contains a deadly
cargo.

It will contaminate
everything it comes into contact with.

I feel a thousand births free now.

I used to crush
lightning bugs on
my face. I thought
I would glow in
the dark.
I don't, although,
my liver has given me
a nice jaundice cast.
Almost Miami tan.
The other night
she
punched me, then called
the cops- blood everywhere.
She went to jail for
five days.
She acted like it was
an eternity.
We ****** last night until
we were raw.
Today, she's a stranger;
self centered and
self absorbed.
I've been drinking Cooking Sherry
to keep from having seizures.
She couldn't care less.
She brought home a
six pack and gave me one
beer.
Oh well,
I knew she was no Iris when
I met her.
I just didn't realize she
was Nightshade.

I understood the folly of seeing only sweet stuff in life when ants emerged from my eyes with tiny sugar bits in their mouths.

The rains came breaking the seasonal order, causing a deluge
that swept away everything in its path.

When the Spring came there was no life to greet it.

I long for the majestic
sunset of your hair,
windblown, dancing across my cheek…
The burnt orange and lavender…
I want to consume every drop.
I’m thirsty for your
footsteps near my bed, parched with
desire for your presence—your essence.
How long until you wet my
tongue, and quench this fire?
I stalk slumber like a shadow…
my only release from the
hunger and yearning for your
moist lips, like peaches
pressed against mine.

the mouth-***** plays, such sweet tunes
under nimble lip and quick tongue,
so skilfully it's made to croon
the mouth-***** plays such sweet tunes,

the sound it makes can fill a room
twould make the deaf angels to come
to hear, it calms all Bedlam's loons
the mouth-***** plays, such sweet tunes.