To catch a surprise on a wave of frustration
is as needed as
a cool dip in an ocean

for a man on fire.

Your 45 rpm singles on the sideboard
one kiss on the couch, all thought is fried
a single or return trip, first hesitation
I ponder who of us will choose a landslide.

Eleven bells split in half and desire is hauled away
I want to plant kisses inside that mouth
close that delicious plug with me
I die to feel that illicit wetness.

On the side of late reactions, pages are torn
you make little sense, so where are you then?
just say where and I'll ride the day through sun
light my cigar, ah but make it in time.

bland apple juice and spaghetti mince makes missed Friday dinner
on Saturday
and the little friend lost gains some anger
strange for a non entity

a heated one solo in the middle of night
and a solid one up there
did you like it?
it's not my usual, but it was ok

don't act sad when that beat goes off kilter
arms don't reach out but other arms do.

How wet the sand can get, there's a ***** wind
sitting inbetween the smiles of innocent looking people
their words catch the fancy of the grand old folk
and egos become grander.

Betty calls not far from a station and hails a private one
to take her away for a little bit
and even if red storms beat urgent
she decides to take to court one.

The bed becomes a friendless place
and in the study, welcome the branches
out of necessity, comes newer ways
of lonely angles and paper sleeves.

When you're looking for something you used to have
without realizing that in letting go, you get it.

It is made very clear, earn your keep or I'm gone
ok, sign away humongous liberties for appearance.

I'm not looking for you, I'm looking for people, that's
When callous got a backbone, the day it came.

Through the years, it took us
consistent feeling, never altering
content with complacent idling
until the night, a surprise came
and knocked us on the head
off our perches of self assurance.

The night when we stepped out of ruts
and cuddled close together
like never before, eye to eye
now, shivering and turning inward
our single sheet not enough
our embrace fiery, out the cold.

To partake of a strange feast where the price claims haughty
too, bits of sanity
or decline.

Courage must be the face to the lion
in a pool of fear
and recognize the unacceptable.

The scorpion waits, a grumpy nip the heel
going round, sprain in soft sand
dessication tripled, slip in butter.

The search via crumbs to secret root
underlining hefty conditions
undermining liberty.