The stars congregate in the night sky
Like Deep South soul come Sunday mornings

Storm clouds
The static electricity of the wind
Dragging it's feet across the earth
Whips of light
Crack, snap, and clap
The Concussive wave
My personal tuning bell

It's humid
A kind of humid oppression that slows me down to a drawl
It surrounds and presses in like a pressure cooker
Electric currents amplified
Energy keenly felt in every molecule of moisture
Hanging in the air around me as it seeps in to my pores
A slow burn
Filling me like a Molotov cocktail
I wiggle and squirm as my body begins to pulse
Buzzing and humming in it's tipsy state
Slippery but not numb
Abra-come-grab-ya
Straddling urges
The word '****' my paternoster
As I kneel at the alter of your lap
How much that hard K sound reminds me of the sound of your hand
Finding my mark

I'm on my hands and knees again
Scrubbing the floors once more
Toilets, tubs, and living room rugs
Then on to fans and doors

If I see you leave behind
A wrapper, dish, or food
I'll blow my top and you will find
A drastic shift in mood

So how about you show respect
And help me to maintain
Rather than lazy neglect
Or I'll have to change my name

T  raveling
I   n
M easured
E  clipses

If thinking makes your ******* smaller
That would explain a lot about me

In the trenches of war, in the dark of the night
Three soldiers grab cigs and a match to ignite
The first one inhales and passes the flame
The second one does exactly the same
The third one however is already dead
Having been sniped straight through the head

Light one if you please and two if you must
But never a third or ashes to dust

Words are like matches
Some strike and light
And some do not.
We... are simply the kindling
To our imaginations flame

D eparting
E arth
A nd
T raversing
H eavens

R ighteous
A nger
G rowing
E xponentially

******* chugs through my mind
Like a steam train pregnant with coal
Please let there be a bend
A turn, a curve up ahead
*******.... *******.... *******....
One track, one goal
Fuming out, straddling the sky
A giant smoky black serpent
Burying my reality in soot
FuckYouFuckYouFuckYouFuckYou
Piston pumping momentum
Doubling with every breath
Until the train is a bullet
Breaking the sound barrier
Aimed at my chest for maximum impact
Hitting the anatomical muscle
I call the heart....
Perhaps now I can rest

Keeps
Everything
Yours

Of all the things I've snorted
Which truthfully aint' many
The one that left me thwarted
Red pepper flakes a plenty

As they passed beneath my nose
Just as I inhaled
To my sinuses they arose
Which they promptly nailed

At first it seemed not so bad
The calm before the storm
Seized just like Leningrad
For communist reform

Just like that, a simple whiff
My nose a raging fire
Running water I did sniff
This situations dire

To the freezer I am going
To end this burning grief
For neither ******* or blowing
Brings any kind relief

Time to try a frozen ****
And see if I can numb
So I grab two ice cubes
And follow this rule of thumb

Hold them under water running
Until sizes that will stow
Pat yourself for your cunning
Then shove them up your nose

I get lost in your words as I read them
Each a fingertip of red phosphorus
Dragging across my potassium chlorate and sulfur skin
Their heat and friction releasing smoky tendrils
Hanging in air like my breath, ever so faint
They spark and traverse the distance between us
Faster than a hint of a thought, igniting my form
Together we light the bonfire of desire
That will consume us down to embers

Fall up
Sink down
Hello love
Goodbye frown

I don’t think you understand
How much I want you right now
My body is all trembly
And flush with heat and
I feel like any moment now
I’m going to involuntary erupt
Everywhere
Just from a simple hello

Kiss me
Push me up against whatever
and make my heavens spin
with the touch of your lips on mine

If I had a photographic memory
I would speak the images as
Polaroid poems
Developed in my saliva
And dispensed from between my lips
Slowly like a taunting tongue

The moon and I are quite the same
Disco-balling is our game
Reflecting light back to you
Is something we can’t help but do

Look directly at them
For move they never will
Until your gaze is averted
Silently they ****
Blink and you will miss them
Encroaching ever near
Though they appear there weeping
Don’t believe their tears

Every time I blush
Turn red and gush
How the blood does rush
To show my royal flush

Blushing comes so naturally
It’s really quite a tragedy
Every time you look at me
I’m R E D

If words were hands
I’d never know
What your touch would feel like

The world of your words
sit on the tip
of my bookmark tongue.
Place me between your pages
and you shall never again
lose your place

I'm just a little doodle
Sitting on a page
I'm just a little doodle
In these lines, caged
-------------------------
I colored the doodle
In ink they can see
And the moment I did...
Forever will it be
No longer the wave before
Or the swirly clouds
The only thing it can be
Is what it is right now

Look at you sitting there
Wicked smile, not one care
A luring vessel from afar
Azimuth circle , my north star
Beckoning me with lines sloped
I climb aboard, retrieve the rope
Fingers graze your hardwood
Under which feels so good
Beneath the wide and open sky
Together daring, watch us fly
Your bow to stern I do endorse
Now let's be off and set a course
Flying, gliding, we find our groove
And oh how effortlessly you prove
From dawn to dusk and dusk to dawn
You're meant for me to ride upon

The pluck from your fingers
Creates this vibrational hum
That ripples my length
And you expertly use
To tune me to just the right pitch
Jack be nimble, jack be quick
Jack, I buzz at your fingertips
One hand about my neck
The other strumming me
From my verse to my chorus
To my bridge arching through
My melody of “Once upon a time...”
In repetition
Until that singular moment
That suspends the echoing stillness
Of a firework paused just before
Total surrender of bursting out
Only to catch time once again
Washed in the awe of “**** yeah...”

So many you’s
So many me’s
Dancing the Dance
of Destinies

The slip-n-slide surrender kind
The grunting growling primal kind
The down and ***** earthy kind
The c’mon light my fire kind

She taught the wind to fly
She is hello and goodbye
Prismatic reflections
The verb in a sentence
Written across the sky

I need that
tiptoe spring loaded
jump up into your arms
wrap my legs around your waist
bury my face in your neck
as I collapse in to the safety of us embrace

Lay me over bended knee
Lift my skirt and you shall see
A blank canvas for your hand
Awaiting your firm command

Your words wrap about my neck
A Silver charmed tourniquet of
Compressing asphyxiation
A twisted wringing roulette

Freckles
The visual clue
To my imbalance

Preserve
Scrap book body parts
Keep your jams
I’ll keep my hands
Floating in the shelves

I love being in your lap
And feeling you rise
to my occasion

He writes so fervently
Words and letters
Chimes and rhymes
A madness escaping through the pen
Cascading thoughts and paper
Burying him alive

Magic
Is
Believing

Nothing more
Nothing less
And everything in between

Just because something is true for me
Does not make it true for anyone else

I am not the possible thing

I’m the impossible thing

I do hereby slalomly promise
to always tell the truth
at break next speeds
no matter the curves I’m thrown

There’s this slow desperation
A thirst
This ******* need
to have you on me
In me
My body like rolling waves
Under your hands
Guiding them like driftwood
To my shore

I stand
As you dance around me
In circles
Snickering
“You think you can hurt me?”
I stand
“Is that your little fist balled up?”
I stand
20 minutes
You dance
And taunt
“Go on! What cha going to do?”
I snap
My hand leaves my side
Open palm finds your cheek
The ***** slap heard around the world
Echos
As I sail backwards
In to the wall
This is not the end of me
The is a beginning

So I wake up and as I'm stretching I notice in the mirror that my underwear matches my shirt.
Then I burst out laughing because I hear in my head "WOW you weren't even trying” and “Look they actually match! How did that happen?! That almost never happens" and knew today was a win before it even really started.

Come in I say
Then sway away
With a knowing smile
Won’t you stay
So we can play
I’ll make it worth your while
“A drink perhaps?”
Just thought I’d ask
For parched you soon might be
Liquor your thing?
Full frontal swing?
Feeling a little thirsty?
Or if instead
You want some head
A beer is more your pace
But If you prefer
Not saying a word
Then drink me in their place

To be continued. . .

Would you like to see?
A little more of me?
Perhaps just a sliver,
a warm spreading shiver?
A morsel, a crumb,
to be under your thumb.
But not just yet,
horse before the cart,
stay over there and
let the games start,
of who can stay in
their own chosen chair
but I’ll warn you right now
I never play fair

I want you to watch as I surrender to myself. A preview of what it’s like to romp on my playground. And once I’ve washed upon my own shore I’ll turn right around and start crawling toward yours.
Slinking while sinking my teeth on my lip Savoring the ways I’ll nibble your tips

I feel your gaze on me
like a swinging watch

I like the strain of the choke
the leash on desire creates