Sincere hearts
no longer entreat
the love of fools
they once deigned
to desire and share
affection’s grace.

Instead, they
behold the tender blush
of a red-light passion
passing faithfully
unto the dust
that scatters itself
in eternity.

With her longtime lover
seemly gone forever
she gets undressed
on a cold stone precipice.

Hands to her *******,
she opens her flesh
as her heart bounds
from her beautiful chest.
Then she begins
chasing that ****** beast.

Following the running red line
that her cherished heart
left behind
she finds
brown branches baring green
moving in the evening wind  
whilst obscuring local scenery.

That is where she fell
sobbing softly
“please come back to me.”

But the dam thing
never returned
and she never learned
how to feel love again.

I drive against the wind
and watch the wheat bend
racing away
in the opposite direction.

I see the solar glare
stain my rearview mirror.
It is almost blinding,
reminding
me
of the glint
in her glasses.

It is nice to drive away.
Even though,
I was ready to stay,
she took that
decision away,
but I’m ok.

I wash my work clothes,
then softly scrub
the last remnants
of her perfume
from my tired flesh.

I erase
everything
she ever sent me,
every message,
every picture,
but I can't
bring myself
to delete
the seven digits
that could still
connect us.

I'm ready to move on
but not ready
to move on that far,
not yet.

It was marble mess,
shattered stone
and ****** distress.

It was so confusing.
If you are asking them
they’ll say that
it was a tragic accident
that left those men
trembling.

Button pushing
tragedy
unreality,
because in this piece
I turn fiction
into poetry.

I take the normal responses
I spent a lifetime observing,
use strange alchemy,
and make short
snapshot stories;

Shift and distort
magic metaphors
to make them contort
to what I believe
is a truth
others need to see.

Thus, this was a calamity,
crowd forming
a fake flock of family
making a community
from a small sub-section
of humanity.

To see some
unnamed thing
is not what I am pointing to.

To understand how we
can share a reaction
then after that
still walk away
from the unity
of human suffering
stumbling back to
our shacks to do
what led to
the same sorrow
we just viewed.

Tomorrow
is today
and they
will not think
about the pain
so, I will not bother
to name it.

Like life
there is seldom
a satisfactory end
or a reasonably
easy origin
to understand
all that keeps
happening.

The grass is wet and warm
from last night’s storm,
dangerously slick
but there are certain spots
where my heel still sticks.

Places where it
takes a little effort
to free myself.

There are vines
of people and time
that intertwine
with my intentions,
sometimes for the better
other times
for stuff
I'd rather not mention.

But no matter
when or where I am
there is always
something pulling,
deep and urging
like the tides
that are calling
my sea body
back to salt water.

I try to stay,
talk and play
with those I love
but there is just
something
that makes me
need to be
moving
even though
it might be
extremely lonely.

It is a marvelous magic trick
when half the moon is gone
and the other half
just hangs up there
while I stare at it.

I am the tired gypsy
who plays *****
tricks on thee,

the bloated king
of foolish games
who dances outside
in the rain,

the jumping fool
who was never cool
and never will be,

the lonely jester
who may pester
but promises
good humor,

the heartbroken poet,
pusher of prose,
arrows of words
pointed at your heart
to help us all heal,

the loyal knight,
lost samurai,
last willful warrior
ready to fall
not in battle
but in defeat
as I see this world
consume everything,

I am the ghost,
forgotten specter,
spirit inspector,
who was searching
for similar soul seekers.

I prefer the cool quiet darkness.
So, I ask this
of you
please close
the multi-colored curtains
that cause a
cloud of
swirling dust
to be summoned up
when they are moved,
after years of
negligence.

Summer's breath
is a fetid breeze
that leaves me
sweating grievously.

Dull, repetitive driving,
heat draining
all my mental energy
like a seasonal vampire
leaving me uninspired.

Enter the earthy aroma
of someone new,
a refreshing spring water
point of view
a friendly face
with feminine contours.

Though *** is not what matters,
she is novelty
in the form
of a human being.

This thick stultifying summer
becomes less of a ******
with the introduction of new variables
that pull me from
my old terrifying echoes.

A stranger with
unknown stories
emboldens
the previously bored me
to write great poetry again.

Firstly, all I saw
is long flaming locks,
as I locked my lazar sights
on a woman tonight.

Then I moved in
with such a lack
of confidence
that even I
don’t know why
I bothered to try.

Secondly,
I observed,
overhearing
a fascinating
conversation.

Then,
despite the delight
and amazement
I did not
cave in
and go back walking
to satisfy
my guy
urges.

Instead,
I went home
and imagined
a more satisfying
conclusion.

In my what if world
we had a deep
and intriguing
conversation,
as she weighed in
on current issues
and then listened
to my perspective,
as we discussed
art and empathy.

In my what if world
she was as fascinated by me
as I was she,

but alas reality
saw me to sleep
alone.

Looking for
a pull up bar
that I can put on
my bedroom door,

because I am working on
building my
back strength
and overall
sexiness.

Looking for
all the episode
of my favorite shows
that I didn’t know
I hadn’t seen yet,

because I am
super obsessive
and have to know
how the whole thing goes
not just the beginning
and end.

Looking for
Star Trek,
Buffy
The
Vampire
Slayer,
and graphic
novel books,

because
I love to read
about the things
that sustained me
when I was a kid.

Looking for
humanity,
all those
struggling
people
who strive to be
better,

because
I feel like
this club of only us
against all other
human beings
have lost our way
and we need to be
reminded
we are one people
not disparate parts
set in a spark
of constant conflict.

The miniature brown banded
queer clock stops
no longer moving
or marking new moments.
Till one year is lost
to the timelessness
of a broken watch.