Peel away my face.
Navigate. Search. Delve.
I want you to tear me to shreds.
Leave my parts on the floor.
Examine them.
And most importantly,
tell me what you see.

Through these years I've been watching
those futile tears that keep on falling
but you're so far and unreachable
by a man who's nothing but trifle.

Through these years I've keep on watching
those teary eyes I want to save from dying
But I'm the one succumb in pain
to this feeling I can not restrain.

Through these years I've been passive
just dreaming of something elusive
now is the time to make a move
now is the time to make her my love.

Just two Bananas,
And a flower.
Dripping sweet thick nectar,
Hidden between the supple Banana boughs,
The soft Petals cushioned in a dark web.
The twin boughs give way to the tongue,
That reaches in below the stigma,
For a lick of the now dripping sweet,
To and fro for more.
Just two Bananas,
Covered by the thin leaves of chlorophyll,
Blowing away in the wind of a touch,
The two stick out for a sensational caress,
Just two Bananas,
And a flower.
United in pleasure
Of the tongue,
And the hand,
Moaning the Banana tree for more,
Crying sweet tears,
Moving in the direction of the eager wind,
Engulfed by a groan,
And overshadowed by Passion,
Just two sweet Bananas,
And a Flower.

These harmless cannibals leave no scrap.
Torn bone from seam.
They smile and warmly embrace you.

Old friend, you are opened,
And a myriad of dark constellations are revealed from within.

Perhaps you'll find some peace.

1
Recently prolific
Writing reactions…
Yeah, not prolific producing babies
or sowing wild oats
Just this unimaginative, pedestrian activity:
Writing reactions
Still prolific at my age….

2
explicit?
No, no, no - me no explicit…
don’t have the ***** to be that
but everything is implicit
like if I write about some aspect of life
it’s all there:
the routine, ***, violence, and so on
isn’t everything implicit?

3
POETS
New and popular
OK...
how about the
POETS
New and Unpopular?


4
OK, I like this guy or gal,
right?
and so I click on LIKE
and the next time I look at it
it says: LIKED
Hey, I still LIKE her!
Look, I still LIKE him!
And why can’t I click on LIKE on my own page?
What’s the matter, can’t I like myself?
Is that a strange notion –
Don’t you guys and gals like yourselves?