Standing at the gates of Hell
Entrance, One lead ticket I need
Questions will abound about
The way I came, not about
The way I will leave
Typical for those who
Will step over the
Sangria stain that will
Pool  around my jeans,
Drawing the curtains close
My journey ready to begin
The darkness embraces me
As a lover before
A mortal sin.
I inhale, and relax, for the
Way into the light depends on the
Might of a rockets front end.


~AD~

Tepid Moscato and Brie On Melba Toast,
Sandpipers chasing the retreating surf,
Orange sun dawdling as a old
Man searching his lost memories,
Thick salty air caressing a lovers Loose curls
Flaccid waves reaching casually for
The Cerulean sky as their arms retire back to
Their sides.
Tepid Moscato and Brie On Melba Toast,
Another afternoon On the Coast
~AD~

Dancing ****,
Swirling  as a dying ember
Trapped in a flue,
Warm tears leaping from my cheeks
Tumbling,
Stumbling
Before finding solace in the cool grass,
And sparkling like diamonds
The tears watched me dance too
All because I felt myself
Fall
in
love,
With
you.
~AD~

Each atom, and the protons in its shell,(not to forget them too)
Vibrates when the damp rush of your
Breath melds to my flesh
Quickening my spirit with
Each and every Sip and blow,
Rocking me to and fro
As I wonder,
Why do you bewitch Me,
So Much.


~AD~

Standing on 35th and Vine,
I so remember the day.
Where ***** yellow sunshine lay exhausted
On muddied puddles of ocher
And the wind whispered in time with the 3:15,
I took A call from friend who had resigned
To end her life and mine
Holding a prayer between my teeth
I bequeathed,
My patience,
My peace,
My sanity,
To a silent line
That day on 35th and Vine
I so remember the day                                

 ~AD~