Willow weep for me
grieving tidings for my dreams
mercy set me free

I won’t let you in the shore of me

Where the endless marvels of the sea

Glide the tide and kiss its core

The shore enjoins, entangles And lays bear

And the foam of the ocean

Neutralizes,  rushes along

And meets

The sentient sun chafed earth

At once golden, healing and abrasive

That’s where you’ll find me

But I won’t let you in

The shore of me.

Sitting, waiting, pondering

What will the sum of my efforts yield for me?

Day in day out

I reach for the far

Grumbling, grouchy perennially irritated

And uneasy

What attitude brings forth?

Attitudes

See me

Wherewithal

Yearning for he threshold

To be the sum of my hopes

Afraid of waiting.

In the toilet

With the funk and ****

Abandon myself

In the abode of feces

A brick

A block

A thump

A knock

Palms on my face

Flush myself down the gutter

Unleash the parasites that feed on me

Exhume the fires that consume me

Slither my bare self on the

Rough chafed ground

Can’t quiet the mind

That feasts on itself

Laid out on a platter

For the demons dance to devour

Twirl

Undulate ululate

Snake hands and figure eights

chest circles and shakin’ hips

The boys wanna look

But they can’t see

The only one I’m twirlin’ and swirlin’ for

Is me

Can you remember your first friend?

It was my heart’s glee and my soul’s anchor.

The yearning is so deep.

beauty cemented by the desire to share

the beautiful tenets of friendship.

The wrong faculty seeks to understand

Crucial crux of life

Sustenance embalmed nourishment.

When in the throes of collosal  pain

The road leans treacherous.

friend can sever that sentiment.

Like the heaven’s alchemist

Sacred beloved

Fist of garden raging sweet

Honeysuckle dew