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My master Lu
teaches me
how to blend,
how to use
the art of deception
& imitation.

I gesture,
roll & tumble.
I jump up & kick,
use quick monkey hands
& I claw with ancient arts,
it's intoxicating
this drunken-style
Kung Fu.
We write endlessly
about the sensuous things in life,
it's ***-for-tat,
some rat-a-tat-tat,
for us
that's where it's at.

It ain't like chess,
gin rummy
or even go fish,
it's the real hot-deal
in penmanship.

We're restless souls,
dreaming & wishing,
confessing & bleeding
our ruptured-hearts out
in ******-like
steamy-words.

Hell no,
we ain't terse,
we're just darned
loose with the ****-verses....
read them & believe it,
kindred spirits!
Just having some poetic fun here!
shedding all vestiges of grace



Come beggar -boy

Now is the time

|||||

She said

"One more lover crammed between my legs

Will keep me sedated for a little while"

••

••

(a little while)



Amid the dying

Amid the disease

••

Gotta be sedated for a little while



Come beggar - boy

Away

Away from "these"

Images of humanity

••

Images of Man

Who have

Shed all vestiges of grace
 Feb 2014 Danielle Rose
Chuck
I'm a spy
A super hero
Of your enemy
Watching, analyzing, construing
I know your strengths
But more crucially
I know your weaknesses
I have a license to break you heart
To destroy your world
I'm disguised as your
Best friend, your lover, your confidant
You "are stirred, not shaken."
This idea came to me while watching a James Bond move.
 Feb 2014 Danielle Rose
Chuck
You are my uniform
You give me confidence
You make me look sophisticated
Professional, and sovereign
I sport you with pride

At the end of the day
I crumple you into a ball
And toss you in the hamper
A new uniform awaits
Pressed in the closest
there but for the .......

                             .........walk I

••

Alone!



A song lingers

We
We gather on sordid streets

The loitering masses

Longing to get laid

••

There go I



It's just a ...........
                      The shots ring out

It is NOT the revolution
JUST the police



There are no poems here

Just stray words

Rhyming  with rhythm

Just aiming to please

All the little boys and girls

••

The stranger sleeping in the rain

The grace of god

The peace
We walk like vapor-genies
in old growth forests,
ghostlike & elegant,
we move
like true fairytales,
gnomes whittle the way
for us
past exploding ferns.

It’s true,
we have seen the rain
coming down in torrents
along blue ridge trails,
fallen logs strewn about
like matchsticks,
fungi licks our shins
while lightning cracks
thunder like bullwhips.
I love moments like that…….
I hear Creedence every time we go.

And didn’t you know dear friends,
it’s spiritual medicine
for restless souls,
like my fellow companions & me.
Footsteps
A word or two midst pain



A star !

It falls from the sky!

••

Death ravages the battlefields

••

Death ravages the battlefields

••

••

Sipping beer at the bar

••

Death ravages the Lonliness

••

(The battlefield)



Too many " dark strangers"
Too many of "them"



Too many people needing me!

••

Footsteps

Towards----?

Or

Away-----?

••

Too much talking

With
Nothing to say

••

Footsteps
A word or two midst pain

A word

Drifting

Just like a man
Once my Jack ruled the woods.
He could capture squirrels at will,
dig out moles, he even got a few hawks.
When his eyes went blind,
things changed.

Oh sure, he could still sniff the air
& let out a few barks,
but the spark wasn’t in him anymore.
And when he missed
the grey fox tracking us,
I knew it was nearly over.
He succumbed to old age
three months later.

The vet came out and injected him
with the deadly mix.
Sammie died right in my arms,
he went totally limp,
I heard his last breath
& cried like a baby,
couldn’t believe he was gone.

He’s buried out in my backyard now.
I miss him every day,
the way he used to played,
how he’d run circles around me,
tease me with his ball.

Though things are silent,
& there are no dog sounds,
I still call his name.
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