A Cook prepares a recipe, while
The Chef is an interior designer for your mouth & stomach.

They may think I’m a Lesbian...
“What do you mean Butch writes poetry?”
(Laughing face emoji.)

Ever the Mayfly’s
Passerby-Passionings
Hovering in the quick-day heat
Ever the Mayfly thickening
Minutes of a lifetime
Ever the brief flight
Remembering Le petite mort
A requiem dance
Living for one day perhaps...

Consequence & blame points with a finger of shame & self loathing.

Think
Empathize sympathize
Visualize
Illuminate
Imagine

Takes no time at all

With great power comes even greater
Consequence.
Think
Again
No Masterplan
A gift given by hand
At first sight

Takes no time at all
See
How I love you
Beyond

Consequence.

We tend to linger longer on old photos
Of when we were together
We were younger then...

Partners in crime, no bitter end.
“Besties” you had said—back then,
when we had painted the town red...

(Sorrow is a prison,
Forgiveness, a skeleton key.)

Wisdom is ageless, a verdant tree
Atop the highest peak.
No words, rising above it all.

My overweight little old dog

Nudges my cheeks

Out of sleep

Waking me

In a way Telling me

He's about to **** the house!

Quickly now I take him out

To the Front patch of lawn

Now frigging covered in freezing snow

The early morning storm, winter-silent

The sky thick-grey with flurrying

Falling snow

****! It's really coming down

Hard

To believe, almost apocalyptic

Snow in Sin City!

Someone tell Trump this is "Global Warming”

A desert dressed in glowing snow.

MEGA-man! & The s i c k l y  WORLD!

“Who survives?!”

Each other’s exhalations.

I am lightning and loudest thunder

A roaring lion, the fearless wonder, child

Soaring above It, becoming sky

All back to One, see then the light,

My third eye blind made merely mortal

To be torn asunder, all flesh will die

In cold coils of pitch portals Under

Yet my Sol will surely fly on high...

Made of lightning and loudest thunder.

Mountainous misgivings murderous

Intentions mass ineptitude, cold snap, G 6 7 8

Landslides not inside you but surprise! no truth...

In Death Throes, fracking wildfires hurricane “May”

Ennui experience the “day” toward poisons, blight,

Unbelief grief until antithesis snow globes night.

Heart shaped box of sweets.
Hallmark cards beg for your love,
wriggling baby teeth…

Red roses, sweet prose,
Cyrano Deburgerac’s
Moonlit balcony.

Kamikaze bees
Death by jacuzzi drowning
In boiling chlorine.

Sacrificial lamb
Motivates the hearts of Men.
How good sons are made.

Metro’s wastrel streets,
Littered with points, blackened foil;
Excremental prey.

Preening predator

Ambivalently proud

While other prey clamor,

Kaiser beast now sated

Yields to his jungle den.

I remember when MTV was in its prime,
A new voice to represent the new boom
Babies growing up since the 80s
Louder still through the troubling decades
(Maxed out credit no head room)
After —the punks in nirvana and rapping clergy
It was the only channel on
Youthful rebel yell —honest news
I remember it pretty well
Shaping us generation x y and Personal Jesus
New wave good bye to when
Childhood then without pain of malnourished
Africa or nukes threatening our
Cruel summers
Were we happier then?
So what happens to the music
Rockstars rip van wrinkle
Geriatric hall of fame

(No one lives forever
Reruns with the ****** & mr. Ed
Now that old neighbor’s dead)

Television
Nowadays
Seem more gangster
School shootings terrorists
On the train, kamikaze planes,
It’s all the same ole
Bling kablam oh bits
******* please
Redirecting our attention
To WMD
***
Where the hells are we?

I remember back then
On MTV —Nicki Minaj says
Between the hysterics of police brutality
She said Happiness is living your life
Without struggle,
That stuck with me
Because we all watch the tube
We all search for meaning
Sadly defining what happiness
May look like
Real World and paradoxical reality
TV
Para socially defunct
Clarity
Conditioned to continuously
Stay tuned
Brief message of empty
Hypnosis a pure form of business
Wall Street
Boulevard of broken dreams
I want my

Happy. What do I mean
To be?
Life ***** lately
The human condition
Talking too much
Refusing to see
No more talking heads too much
Bla bla *******
I want my
MTV . Happy .
My generation
We are the world
freedom And yes, Peace.

Man kindly as one
Symphony
And street, a melting ***
Of diversity

I remember the music
The future
I had hope to see
Behind the shades
Circa 80s 90s
(Fossils)
What time is it then?
When will we
Begin
Again

Don’t worry be happy
Run Forest run!

... he points his toes
like a swan stretching its neck :
smooth shaved calves in fish-nets
to slip into stiletto heels,
        performance art of a deceptive nymph

... grace on fine-point tips : his gift - gentille lace
Stage lighting and mace
impersonation or personification of feminine beauty
leporine lithely limned
delicate dancer
       it is almost as if floating across water
       he mimicked once more before
some inner mother's nature took over

façade of savored tastes - savoir faire
voila! a star in it's place ...

... It is her face when the night creates a cape
borne with Van Gogh plumes sufficed with self
she paints upon his face : starry nights
sun-flowers, irises covering the welts...
comparably museum worthy, imitation flames
yet like any other canvas
          beneath it could lie disappointment and mistake
          drafts of inspiration, cover-ups of cynicism
          another creature - some creation unlike him
what was before / behind soft curtains / kept behind his in-betweens unseen (*****) stage hands spot light polishing knobs “my name is Job…”
but what if ...
... the truth and what presently others see
Diva or DILF
     to believe or not convincingly
could be / only amateurs who attempt:
moments unfeeling under layers & layers
of blush / trial and errors / sharp contempt
Sunken cheeks of graveyard sheep
Lip syncing nubile twinks insomniacs
Dry shave stubble style…

      would you wipe away Mona Lisa's
      smile so devilish with wicked secret
just to uncover blemished a masterpiece:
an ugly Danish duckling underneath ?

To  prove his swan-lake / a gent

... to evolve from broken eggshells
become a song sung timely
hummed & remembered well
(hells bells and *****)
Drag queens’
priceless history / murals' on passing face
No broken naughts
While performing down his lace
      define yourself, she affirms her mirrors...
The harsh flight of life from the embers,
      happiness pursuant to tender
Fully free with goddess grace,

it is the power of creativity / the spirit's ability
to overcome adversity
the art of divinity - that is
what he is practicing  
                                 This trumpeter
                                 swan in stiletto heels...

Deathly colored roiling clouds

River gleam bleeds insides out

Anguish a quiet ire gloom

Blooms of mushrooms grey and doom.

Forgiveness is forsaken

By all

Knowing love Is unconditional

Showers down on us

Like cats and dogs

Quiet storms

From father’s mothering

Gone now from above

Goodness gracious be

Infinite the sky to see

Cloudy days, stars at night,

Supposedly

Life Is written in illuminating light

Across the vacuous void

Proofs and blooms of nebulae

The shapes of the known

Formulae

A Universe within

Forgiveness not forsaken

Perhaps forgotten

About the times of us

Milky ways

Swirling dance of dust

Who’s asking

Who for whom

Bells tolling tongues

Naming the wizard a man

In odds within

Oz

Looking for idols of immunity

No way out but falling

Up

Or In love

The rain seems the only thing

Forgiving

Lately

Its begotten cold.

To survive
And sustain itself,
Life
Must eat life / in this physical plane

In our pains and stains
Everyday we feel
Our souls drained
Of chi’s otherness
Illuminations
Just “because” unforgivingly
We are warring
With our selves for goodness sakes
For love in life
Do not mistake
My kindness is not weak
Still Their’s needs please

Society’s Pleasantries
Wolf in sheep’s clothing

Thick skinned
To survive
That there
These here     skids
                The secret war’s
Begun
Forgive me for having been
Remiss
Asleep
Almost lost who now
I am or was

But beyond the human sufferings
Painful lack
Of
Beloved
Love
All as One
Light is
Mums the word.

It’s like onions

Your poetry

Gots Layers!

That poet’s heart.

Yo Dude
Are you supposed to
Be where you are

Oh yeah!

I love to dance with

my hands

Also love to dance

Together

Hand to hip

Lower her back

A dip, her hair-flip

Sweep round and

Back

Hand in hand

Heart to heart

A kiss on her neck

“Mi passione’s si”

Waltz to cha-cha to hip-hop

Running Man He sure be

But man, I love to dance

My very first

Romance.

Dance.

dHope.

Free.

****, Shlong, Johnson, Peter, Pecker/wood, don’t be a ****.

Cranky gramps next door’s not well

Unwilling to listen, to mow his grass

Rumination’s ruination’s curb appeal from hell

Miserly, unfriendly, cussing and crass

Unwavering, a prejudiced old goat, jack ***,

Doltish Scrooge with no family left

Graying graveside his home unkempt

Eaves and chimneys and curtains closed, yet

Openly racist with his dragon’s breath.

Needs a bit of love to soften such deaths.

In the land of the wasteful

The flesh is bound to despairing

Unmovable feasts

All dreams dreamt away

In the shallows of sleep

As transient as blood

Orange shades of clarity

In the mind blindly

seeking sun

sincerity and kindnesses

Not those in the land

Of the wasted…

Pain is as hollow and as full as

The hearts of mannequins

When already the broken who pose

Now lets go, passed long ago

Since childhood's end

Not having known

To recognize

Or find oneself

In the beauty of a world

We played pretend.

In the land of waiting

For our sadnesses to end

Waking up alone

After all

In the land of ungrateful men.


(The kind have gone extinct

once again.

The End.)

Were it not for the secrets kept
To selves deluded with self importance,
Eyes not blind, the mind made less, yet
The witness of your thoughts an ignorant

Real Life / worldly emergencies
The thieving of Green, and all currency
Not cared or shared with the broken, lost
Streets’ breaking News have indifferent claws.

Not concrete or laws, where love can’t last
Regret no stains, taints, no fragile glass,
Still, Transparency is the king’s masterclass.
Were it not for the secrets... mess...

Swaying in the snowfall

Bodies closely dancing

Melting the snowflakes

Butterfly kisses from Winter

Her magical whimsy

Crystalline mysticals

On nose and eyelashes

Holiday sprinkles

Mistletoe and thaw

Swaying in the snowfall

In our warmth

There’s magic in this Love.

There’s spirituality in that

Music

“Oats in the water”

Apocalyptic loss (of true love)

Serenade me, Ben Howard.

Lullabied

Tears in my eyes

There’s magic in that

Love...

There’s magic in that love

Mothers’ homecooked Meals

She’s my rehab

Recoup dujour

Chicken soup for body

And soul

And heart

It’s a work of art.

There’s magic in her Love.

Birds of Paradise
Coral & floral gardens
The crew in your Life.

…1

Deeper than the ocean’s blue

Deeper than vast space & time

Yet deepest I with you

Further than the light can shine

Still the furthest I with you.

How deep is your love?


How shallow is your hate?

Maudlin life in wait,

Free to choose your fate

I choose Love as my faith

How deep do you live to love?

Brilliant as the stars above.

I Brightest still with you.

Indigent / outcast
trailer trash
flotsam.
We are products of our surroundings.

Or is it upbringing?
Taken / down
Far from home
If it's where the heart is...

"Worthless idiot"
She spits on me
Like her rednecks and *****
Big pimping

Her tricks
Quick to flick
Their Bics and *****
Bringing home the other
Black.

Reynolds wrap and points at the back
Hiding in the thickness
Of weeping veils
Of willows

Outside the picket fences
Just beyond Royale Park mobile
Some kind of
A Community
Missing it's gate
All the times shivoo

Since the South is clammy
Sweat shop swamps
And blistering
Hot like Gold
Coast fires / petrol dragons' breath

(She's a mockery
Of the word -- revelations
Turning pages
Now napkins and coasters
Tissue for ****** noses.)

Vagrant vespers
In the dark
she lets the men
Inside her double wide

Inebriated bruises
Polka dot excuses

Even in the city
It's funny
How the homeless can hide
Out in the open

Escape artist
Pacifist spaces.

Indigent / outcast
Trailer trash
Minutiae boy

Barely half /
Legally blank
    life blind
Yet lucky to be alive
Still in search of
Some kind
A Home.

Tattoo of a tear,
****** in a low Beamer
Cool kissing his glock.

Loud wishes kept hushed.
Young bright minds’ dreaming of wings,
Twinkling lil stars.

It’s like time being pulled

In opposite directions

Racing forward

Super quick

While at that instance

In the direct opposite of it

Slowing in reverse

Widening space

A vector string

Stretching draining your soul

Dreading the empty

Time pulls  away

This is what is being felt

As life leaves you

Time like a rubber band

Stretched until it snaps

Torn asunder then

A flash of brilliant light

& Waking to the Wonders

Of After.

Frivolity & fandango:

Unicycling urban brown bears

Nimbly they hula hoop!

Lately I feel wayward

Over the moon, frenzied emotions

Vermillion chaos

Entangled thoughts run amok.


Pleasantly out of sorts,

Off balanced, too much of this, of you,

Effortlessly beautiful, it’s true,

Making grown men

Swear and cry —to be forgiven…

The drab curtains and carpet

The naked walls of this bedroom

The stillborn air itself

The hollowness of cold silences

The tendrils of smoke

From a cigarette

In a candy dish ashtray…

The Scent of Lonesome

Dark blue

candy dish &

Cigarettes...

Joe without his legs
Wheelchair, bedside G.I.
At a meeting
Ruminating and feeling
It’s like A.A.
Rehabilitation games
The system plays War
Craft with missing halves
PTSD R e s p e c t
That ain’t the half
Of the stink and the taint
Sniffing glue
Replacing chipped paint

Joe only worries
If there’s somewheres
To be
After rehab
Need a Lyft Uber quick
Downtown a ton to do
Joe worries arriving in 12 steps

Sponsor anonymously
Befriend responsibly
Joe worries
Like long time buds
His legs
That they won’t work
Like they did back when
He got laid
And was paid
By way of Vietnam
And ****** Uncle Sam.
Joe worries

Of wheelchair accesses
His favorite places without
Doors he’d like to
Fit in
And go on
Normally
Accepted
To be loved like a brother
That no one knew
And no one seems or cares to

Joe feels like
A third wheel
A phantom limb
Who’s bucket list is to
“Invest in the Google”
“Learn how to use
The cloud”

Friday night starlight
As we caress the hours,
Streaks across the sky.

These creases of ours:
Tales of dragons and white ships...
Neatly folding sheets.

I am an eagle with wingspans
Of impossible delights
Who argues with it it's flight
Incapable to be free
In a sky without the light

I am now a ghost
Here reading poetry
Its once living years:
A breeze through eyes
Filled with tears;

A gargoyle pacifying all fears
Past the night.

This is a wish, a kiss, deep
A hopeful sigh
Hands bound, fingers clenched
For Love to deliver me
From here/now
To a place called perfection.
Aloft.
Infinitely.

“I am fish/sparrow”
Swimming in the in-between
Looking to always see.
No end to the ends…

Sunrise and free.

I make smiles from shattered eyes
cry December's distracting frost

move my soul with hopeful sighs
and pray our devotion is not lost.

It is the eve of renewal's glee
gave sad promises to spoon the moon

but in the haste of glass we freeze
pose with strangers who fill our room

sweat bemoans my reaching hand
your eyes are vacant with his lust

he bids the hours by each command
we smoke our feelings into dust,

this boy is weak yet worships you,
who opens darker gates to breed.

Then enters light, that stirs, confused,
my tears to scream still go unseen.

i am a wish of hearts refused,
the sound of fallen poetry...

Young ‘un from the hood
Enlists to join the “Navy”
Unable to “swim”

Poet dances song in quietude
our dreams throng
down huckleberry roads

Unscripted spoken motions
Mosaic heart emotes

Hope

As he composed
Faces glow so
connect the dots
those consumed disposed

Knowing we're not broken
But in the art we form
as one whole - our garden grows...

Poet paints love with understated eloquence
visions of war never-was

with every tear an ocean
with every dream a peace

all seedling springs.

Poet grants wish
Dances in the street
laughter as he weeps

beauty is what we all seek
to lovingly keep

evergreen

and free.

Evening shimmers wet with Autumn rain
It's sheen reflectors, mirrors, eyes

Of cavorting shadows amongst the fey
Like city tinsil this Samhain night,

Oh how lovely colors celebrate
With ghostly kin & youthful lights...

With circus-painted skins and facade
Of candied ghoulish grins,

How sweet & innocent the haunted highs
Infects each home, "trick'r'treat" of hymns.

Laughter like All's been forgiven,
All seems right, again...

Though hidden faces -  forgotten sins,
Speak sie la vie this holiday,

With carved pumpkins, witches' cry,
Screams are as illusion as the fright,

This Samhain evening’s tide .

It's all babes and monsters ball
This hallowed eve
This Samhain night

Tra la li, tra la lay
Then tomorrow is Hop tu naa...
The days after for all our saints...

Come the winter will be white,
As the ghosts this Samhain night.