Oh my,
How sweet the
Lullaby
Steals her tears
From crying eyes.
Whisking her weeping
Off its feet.
Silent harmonies
Sail her across the dark
Harbor, mooring her
Off to sleep.
Laying her fretless in
Softened quilts
Her mother hopes
Will keep.
Stealing away from
Her berth
The mother makes
A retreat.
Feeling lonely without
Her warmth
The baby’s eyes doth peep,
The baby's eyes doth peep.

AD

Gnashing of teeth,
Tearing of vestments
Crematory waste
Smeared upon my face.
Angst

God has died,
A wanton suicide
Her ******* children
Now run this place.
Angst

***** stained covers
Adulterous lovers,
Depart smiling,
Not hiding their Faces.
Angst

Wounded skies bleed
On terra infirma indeed
It’s poison leaching  
Into bubbling brooks.
Angst

Bonita Muerte
Erasing the pain
Setting the corpses
On the pyres again
Angst



AD

Standing,
in the fading sun
beneath the early
stars and the
yellow lamps
that light one by one.

Geese bear witness
As they waddle past on
Tiny orange feet,
As our hearts untwine
Under the
Misty blue sky.

Your supple mouth
Pinches tightly shut
As you lower your eyes
To the ground.

Lifting the lace high up
Over your head you
Go off to be a bride.

Weaving my way
Through a throng,
I spied emerald eyes
dark and somber
as a July
Thunderstorm,
her day dripped
sadness around
crimson heels
in tiny rivulets
of espresso and cream,
Staining her Burberry
skirt along its seams.
Lifting her hand to
her lips, *******
gingerly at manicured
fingertips.
She watched the
train pull away.


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~

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~

I Walk my walk,
A strut, in time, with a distant Metronome that tick, tick, ticks
away the seconds of my life.
But I don’t care
For I am impermanent,
Enlightened, amazed at the
Cells when they divide by themselves
And know when to quit.
I am impermanent,  
A humble specter draped in flesh
Slavered in fat and minerals
Borrowing the very air I breath
For my time in the lemony sunshine
I Walk my walk,
A strut, in time, laughing and loving
My way to the finish line.
  

~AD~

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~

Lost River

Phantasms fill the spaces
Of my dreams a haunted place
Chatter chatter clatter breaking
Shattering the cold chains
Undamming memories of childhood
Lost, torrents of pain lay bare my banks
Of deep rooted trees
and tossed my sanctuary asunder
Dragging me under  
Until
I sputtered and gagged on thick muddy memories
Until
I could not
find a dry place on my pillow
Until
I moaned a lullaby
A dirge so cheerful I wept no longer
behind the heavy red curtains of my
Private place,
Lest
I
Wake
My
Wife.

AD

Sleepy moon beams kiss the morning sky
Goodbye, as they slip  into the cerulean on
High.

I’d been walkin all night, the morning air
Unwinding the curls from my tangled hair.  As I drug
My emotions through potholed streets.

Tires crunching sand the sweepers missed,
Sliver boxes clicking the lights from green to
Red, steam clouds rise in a royal ascension
Bathing passers by in a ghostly hue.

Pulling my coat tightly I slipped though
Their procession unnoticed, ears pressed to phones,
Eyes lowered to ground, hands gripped on purse straps.
I sit watching the wisp of early risers become a
Thunderous herd or late risers walking nowhere.

I’d been walkin all night, the morning air
Damp against my face, cool and electric
Condensing on my cheeks, dripping down
My face where my tears should be. If I
Won’t cry for myself most certainly  the morning air
Will do it for me.  

AD

Sipping espresso, double affogato of course, topped with cream and
Chatting with Miles, I saw Calliope sauntered in from the rain.
Her dark mascara limped away from her crystal blue eyes
As she waited for the barrister to turn his head.
And when taking her cup,
Somewhere between Bird’s schizophrenic riffs
And Blakey's syncopation.
I fell in love
As I watched  her lips purse and
Blow casually at the lid, cooling the
Fiery liquids inside but igniting mine.
I decided to ask what brought  her in from the
Rain.
My words  queued in my throat as I stood
To speak.
My knees cracked, testifying to the years I stood on them.
My heart tapped out a cadence as I strode
Over to her  table.
I could smell spice and ginger of  a perfume I knew so well.
Her chestnut hair fell in damp tendrils across her forehead.
Extending my hand with a napkin on the end I said, “ I would love if you joined
Me for a biscotti.”
With a sparkle in her eye her painted lips slid across her teeth,
“I am waiting for a friend.”
Walking away I sat dejected but not rejected because as she
Conversed with him she peeked at me
My Calliope
And all was well.

~AD~

Blowing sweat
dry, across her
neck.

As tiny
erections march
down her back.

Drawing warm
breaths threw
her teeth.

She praises the
sky for a
sweet relief.


AD

Nerves grind sharply
as freshly drilled teeth
A rotted ghost of old
Haunts in my sleep  
Warm acrid bile fills
The back of my throat
As Love soft peals  
Erases all my hopes
Peeling back the moist corneum
Of my eager flesh
She exposes the throbbing source of
My distress
Her soothing glare
Renders my bones of fat
And lays them bare
My Mistress, My Mistress!  
I have lost the will to
Resist,
You
Wonderfully
Cruel
Evil
Saintly
Dainty
Thieving
Adulteress
Who surrenders me
No rest.


~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~

Yellow mango
flesh perched
on ruby red lips,

her elbow
propped on the
bar, watching
the leaving
ships,

News crackles
of a major hurricane,

tourist are
leavin

locals are
stayin

When the
surge subsided,
far inland it
reached

her body
was found
washed up
on the beach

the seas dead calm
the wind's mouth
zipped.

They knew it
was her by her
ruby red lips.



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~

Remember when
a stroll , so ancient its name,
Was our universe.
Long and winding ,deep
Into the forest’s cosmos.
As Winter’s breath splashed
Your cheeks with rubies.
I stole glances of your
Perfect lips bathed
In the dying light.
As the stars played
Surreptitiously,
In your highlights,
Your hand
In mine,
I laid a kings road
To my soul.
Your chariot,
A kiss so warm
And deep its meaning
I dare not speak above
A
Whisper.
The
Man
Inside
Me
Is afraid
Of your caress
Unhand me, I say
Unhand me.

~AD~

Whispering
In your ear, I make a request
Only we can hear.
Stealing a moment of your time
I request you a character in my
Play, a *****, a vamp, a *****
***** or maybe a damsel who
Is without distress but dislikes
Her dress so she leaves it at the door.
I implore a response at once.
A nod, or a wink, will do.
What say you?
Can I be the villain, pursuing you
With peach marmalade on a wooden
Spoon?
Can I blindfold you with  blue silk
And caress your skin with lace?
I make this request partly out of
Fear and haste but all you can say
Is no to my request.
Now, I solemnly promise I won’t
Stain your bustle with oil and I will
Leave the jasmine dust alone.
(We remember the sneezes of old)
I won’t tie you to the door and shame
Your cheeks with kisses ridding on the backs
Of lascivious lips .
Even though you held those cheeks up high.
I won’t chase you through the house
Like A lion after a mouse
Rousing the suspicions of the tenets below.
Even though they would never believe
Cause, our gray hair and bent backs often deceive
So, what say you?


~AD~

Proud evergreens  shake their shoulders
Shuddering in the cold winter’s night
Tossing snow flakes to the ground
Each one sparkling in the Hunter’s
Moonlight .


~AD~