Sinner me this,

Sinner me that.

Each sinner is sin’s sinner,

How about that?

Night beckons me

Mute as stone

With its staggering weight

To the truths it forces me to bear

Like the force of bygone days

I succumb and beg it to lead

I faintly shed all its talons

Wanting to strip it bare

One star at a time.

There is a velvet  petal

An eagle-eyed strawberry

Arms bejewelled with anklets that crinkle

Embellished and embalmed

her walk a swirling  dervish dance

Carrying the sweat of lurking eyes

Luscious, juicy, resolute, with a gaze as hard as snow.

Glaring and  transmuting the world

Singing a song for bygone days

dance the hazy dance
protract guiltless remedy
feel the moonlight glow

It’s circular winding
And within its rhythm
Eachmovement a solstice
Strewing thoughts
As stewed as clay
Inner workings
Of mind’s foremost crevices
That dazzle and daunt
Protract and engorge
Consume and exhume
Fire flows
And water gushes through
The rocking chair is the messenger
From me and to you

I won’t speak of love

That ****** exhausted joke

Pretentious those whose spirits flow

To chase the funky adventure

They speak of love

Like it’s the fingerprint of their palm

Reeking residue of pompous ways

Ridiculous their pursuits

Bedazzled illusion so little serves

Once the twirling dervishes have gone

Bedraggled bewildered you shall be

Was that hazed existence really me?

They tell me let it go

Like it’s a nursery rhyme

But I’m pinned and stranded

And painfully aghast

It coils me mercilessly

I want to plead and beg

The numbing pressure delves deep

And lethargy spreads wide

I can’t let go