My low horizon caused me to miss the big scene. A glittering bauble sitting high in low places.essence.
Ding.
Drug.
Poem.
Debunk
Oz.
Stop loss in training.ask
Zero.eBay, ssh.ahhhhhh.Poem.
Echo.Echo eco.Edo.do pose.pretty.da.da.
Rorschach.

she stood in the corner waiting.
eyes fixed to the floor.

she stood in the corner waiting.waiting forever more.

she stood in the window looking out out at the sandy shore.

she stood in  silent  reverie as the parade weny slowly by

she stood on the edge of happiness wearing just a frown.

she stood in the glaring light of time as the sands ran slowly down.

she stood in the shadows as the music played and hope against all hope.

that someday he would come to her and Carry.her away.

They threw boulders at glass house and roasted marshmallows AT the cookouts. MEDIUM RARE.

The troglodets, they put on a.show, sang four part harmony in the round in open air.

Fred Flinstone dropped in for a cameo and Barney held the door.

the show went over pretty well.
To three or four encores or more
I dont know who sent in the clowns
But slapstick ruled the day.

The animal act was
Kind of wack

To the river then he said
To the wash.To salvations song he cried.
To the river then he whispered,as he withered deep inside.

To the river where the water rushes all our sins aside.

To the river then without delay
To the river by and by.

The Asp quiverd in.anticipation.
A warm message bathed its silken skin and then
Quick as.a.hi cup.

Atrial seizures
Ventricle tickle and flicker.
Night rushed in.

To let oblivion win.
Asolution for sins.
Music.played.inner sanctum.

Antony sat in a wicker chair.
Waiting there just as before.
The mighty did tumble and fall
TO the potent small.

Yo babygirl. Is that indifference that I see as you stare out the picture window. I feel you jitter when we get close. Or is that my desire to lift my hand and stroke your sweet *** as you brush past me. YOU.KNOW.

You are one exotic bird. I.can almost feel your heart beat when you enter my space. c'mon. Girl.
You know the.deal. I'm tired of the.charade.take one step forward .
You know how I feel.cat and mouse

Even money honey.
Just want to rock your cradle.
Even money.you can't stand two
feet from me and not tremble.

Your hands are telltale and the way you lift your chin. Tells me further of the state your libido is in. No sin.
Still with me ?

I read you chapter and verse.
Want.You bad honey.
C'mon tender.come be my nite nurse.

You read my story.
No guts.no glory.
And please go head and.judge the book the cover. Yes like Prince said.
"I wanna.be your lover"

Whoever junior is I hope he's makin it happen.make your eyes roll back and your stomach quiver.
Fools rush in baby. Just wanna take my time. SABES ?
Cmon.slim.. let a brotha in.

So.in.conclusion I would like to heretofore let it be known.
You.look.so.tender like meat. Fallin of the bone. Know you.got game.

None of that will.matter if I can make you forgot your own
name.for a ten count. That my sweet is eternity.
SO.
Allow me to lose myself in your arms.fall headlong into your eyes.
I want to roll the dice and put all my chips on Blackanese.

If you feel me nod twice and pass go.

No pressure. No diamond.

No oyster. No pearl.
                 Cloistered from the sun. Ageless in aspic.
                 Rare as angels hair and fine. So fine to me

Precious as baby breath. Gentle as a web.
My love's comes. spiritsensual.

a rocket   a sparkling messenger.
Sender.
Coiled.taught.loose as the limbo
Cool baby.hot.
Hot baby.cool. they shattered the mold.
You...I will remember. Ashes to dust.

North, south, east, west
Above my belly button, middle my sternum.these ain't mulligans

pardon points son  you cause
You gotta earn em.

Need to have stones like
Big brass knockers.
Bollicks.
Heart
Chutzpah.

Vacay in a piano case.bathtub

ginn.pin stripes and fedoras.

Canadian club.speaks easy at the cotton club.
moonshine met primtime.

Blues came north and jazzed up New York
SATCHMO opened eyes. Chi towns tommy gun law.
sheen gun Kelly with a belly gun as chaser.
Granny flapped in the roaring 20s.
Then
1929
Went
Pop
And the party stopped.

LAST CALL FOR ALCOHOL.

You see my friend there is season to it all even when the simple silent sparrow doth fall swiftly to ground
So is the writing on the wall.

It was foretold
Cast into the wind no heartless sin
So fret not thyself of evil doers,neither be thou envious.

Bear witness. My soul has fled. Silver pieces they simge my palm as lead young.still hot from crucible.
STILL
my.spirit cries out
The ravings of the moonstruck loon.
Shackles as adornmet they follow me  as suckling child.
And the twisted path leads me on.to.stumble me
Humbled

Thunderbird wine and a brown paperbag.
Hardpack of Newports nicotine fit shayesed .futhermucker.

Much obliged ...oh yes. Moma.said thered be days like this
Double ful twist piked in a spin dont even like the skin im in
Igpay atinlay...uckfay ouyay..iskay imay.asskay

Yea uthermayuckerfay

Days like this.

Futhermucker.

No.sun.will
Shine.in.my day today.

The high yellow moon.wont come out to.play
Darkness has covered my light
And turned my day into night

Where is the love to be found.

Wont somone tell me now.
I.. I got to.pick myself.from.off.the ground

In this ya concrete jungle
Where the livin aint easy....man I got to face reality.
No chains around.my.feet but im not free.
I still am.bound here in captivityy

I never know happness
Never know.what sweet rest is

Instead of concrete jungle

Read extensivly.spell like a 5th grader

2.my lil bro is a player hater.

3. Have no phobias . Spider webbs make me nervous.

4.I have a real skeleton in my closet. Was a medical student.

5. I hate green eggs and ham.

6.dont know any momma jokes.

7.my cats name is kujo.

8.hope one day to have a room next to ty cobb

9.seriuosly?

10. Am ambidextrous

9.

Hola Ellen

Write me a poem about Ellen.

I will reciprocate with one about geno.

The quest is ten lines or less.

Hopes, dreams and such.

Not 2 little nar 2 much.

So.what do you think of the new inspector General?
Reminds me of the pecker checker on the submarine I served on during the war.

What ?.

He graduated head of his class.

Bully for him.

Had a pet snake named casual ***.

Not Jake?

Nope...but one can always hope.

Yer shittin me man.

Nope...I only pass the people I don't like.

Rusted scope.
under heavy brush.
Top of the bluff. A high hide.

Silouetted . Back lit.
Peek a boo. I see you.
From down in the valley.

Valley so low. Hang your head over
Hear the wind blow.
Hear the wnd blow dear,hear the wind blow


Hang your head over

Hear the wind blow ?

Is stillness an illness ?.....today it is.

Gotta be about something right. Going to or coming from.
Can't be cool just marking time. That is a new age crime right.?

****. One life to live gotta cram it full of diamond studded ****.
The Joneses are winning.

Get in line two days early with my sleeping bag and my credit card.
The new fangled gadget is coming out. Hey I got one!!!

Just draw a lung full and chill
Sit still and watch the rats race.... they have purpose.
But no agenda.

Nature calls.

Hate to see you leave. Love to watch you go

Pretty peepers on your hip.
Makes me waant to kiss you up an down.

Like that hollow spot. Between your collarbones below that swan like
Curve at the base of your throat.
Jesus.  So **** there.

So many little things. Pretty girl.
For me to appreciate about gods most beautifull creation. Bar none.
Woman.

I am a student of you have been all my life.
Lovely. Cradle of creation. Ectasy incarnate.

If he made anything better, he must have kept it for himself.
Or keeps it high on the shelf.

Woman.

The howling  storm caused the man to lay on the wind
Holding down his hat lest it twirl away . His duster stuck to him like skin.

A starless ink slack dark sky. No stars shone. The headstone glistened
Like sun bleached bones. Electric clash . shimmering wet. An image fading from sight.
Zig zag lighted  limbs  crackle in the distance. The hills they roll and clap thunder.

rain slick, black stallion slowly crests the hill yonder.
Slowly he rides a jangling gallop. Head bent for leather against the lashing weather.
He looms larger by the second.

The howling wind curses him,buffets him about.
He looms larger still in the pelting rain.
comes a horseman slowly jingle jangling again.

He reigns in slowly.Rises up in the stirrups.
White lightening glows and wickers.A booming wave knocks me to ground.

Standing above me the instant is mystic as no living thing could ever move this quick.
"Point me to the headstone of the Unknown soldier" comes through the air.
I look for his face under rain sodden stetson.No eyes no mouth there is nothing there.

Weakly I lift and point to  a stone that leans to perdition.The soldier Unknown.
His duster floats softly as he glides along. No stride nor motion a spirit in flight.
He settles not three feet in front of the stone. I knew with a certainty.

The soldier was home. Thunder pushed the night aside.
Lightening blinded my eyes.

Play Dixie. Blow taps.
Blow Revalie. Blow the recall.
Johnny Reb had come home.
From where he did fall.

Yes my dear.
That was your name on the marquee
Truly

   Fame and fortune  is a long way away.
Truly

But closer  still is love the rear view mirror.
Duly noted ?

Run away if you must but
truly why must you ?
All that you will find is
You.

Dont you know your foolish heart will not be denied ?
All illusions aside.
Sunsets are transcendent a thing to behold.
a new day resplendent waits.
  let your senses
remove fences
your eyes see the rainbow.

your ears hear the sparrow
your breath smell the pine

Truly beloved let your
your tongue taste the wine.

surely.

The speckled puffer fish was a greedy scavenger
a greedy thing with no agenda but to grab the hook
I used to hate to touch them.******* eyes staring
Huge gopher teeth bare and sharp.

I was Huck Fin Carribean
Bare foot and rural as heck
Dirt ring around my neck
The dusty roads
humid.

The sweltering heat and the river would meet us
in the mangrove Forrest as we walked the
Picado road to river's edge.
A cranky dory sat tied of
for our convenience with a paddle or two.

We pushed of and fought the tide
to get us safe to the other side.
Aunt Doris would stand with'
arm akimbo a cigarette burning
between index and middle
a tiny smile stayed put.

The  Muttruce , as we named it
Flourished because no one would eat it
so the river teemed with catfish and puffy.
we did not eat catfish either some cultural bias. Lucky cat
but that bias died when the market for him found Belize.
Scary little blacked eyed buck toothed *******.

Dont know if they are on someones menu now.
They seemed a bit scarce last time i fished.
high priced export on the orient express I guess.

Price of popularity is no privacy
eaten to extinction.

Head up , eyes open
mouth closed.

Am I a long way from your heart...I wonder.
Is this where love ends,heart ache starts...I wonder.

I wonder if you ever think about me and how lonely I could be
Sometimes...I wonder.

when you left with one last curious look... I wonder.
I tried to call ya, ya changed your number on me.. I really wonder.

How come your heart aint where it's supposed to be
I feel like sometimes your getting the best of me
Sometimes... I wonder.

The best laid plans of minuscule precision.
He did cast a giant shadow. To see the pores in pock marked faces  500 hundred yards or more.

To reach across vast fields.
to walk a man down. to take his measure.
the final word said.assured was he that this was the golden moment.

Cross hatches that never lie, to zero.
two clicks right and two clicks high.

never mind spin drift. there was no rift.
The reticle spoke the language of
an eye for an eye as the muzzle let it fly.

Scope relief and slow exhale. The reticle
was on your trail. Would walk you in or lead you out.
adjust for drop a half click skyward.

a click to ease the windward push. do all these things  and 'gently squeeze.
to never hear the tolling bell. to send a soul direct to hell.

The reticle knew his lines and spoke them well. Unblinking through the gates of hell.
Silence now darkness. nestled in repose. lost in foliage.
a hasty leave. No one will grieve the reticles loss.

Silently atop the knoll. sits the reticle.
left behind. forever. never to cast his chilling stare.
ten thousand suns will rise and fall as he looks down from his perch.
Oh how the might have fallen.

Cold steel. is all.
blink. and close an eye.
forever.

Expect me to give you flowers on the appointed dates my darling. And on any day besides.
I should know what your favorite color is my sweet. I am  enamored Though this is far from new love.

Your love compels me far beyond reason to tell you that I love you.
To show you that I love your way a hundred times a  day. Because I do
I do love you with no reservations. As  well I should.

There are not and will never be the words for me to express my undying passion my engulfing  consuming fire for you and so
The love that you so freely give to me in word and deed need never perish on the vine
for want in kind

If that makes me as fool then I would be that a one thousand times one million times.
that you should never doubt my love. You see my dearest. Your existence in my life  is priceless.

The very touch of your hand, the softness of your voice  your every nuance,
gentle curve. Your very essence is all that I ever need to make me complete.  And I know this my love with the very fiber of me. This I know above all else. And you my darling must know this too. Must know the length and breadth and height of my desire. My fire burns brightly. with you by my side. in my life in my bed in my world. all is well my darling love. All is as it should be.

I have loved before no doubt but this love of mine for you and you for me is
a gift. Once in a lifetime if fortune smiles. Love will find its way. That all consuming gentle fire, roaring flame soft flickering light might draw the moth home.
And so, do with my heart as you will beloved.
I have no control nor do I desire such
And if you grant me your days unending
then life will have smiled on me

Past fame or fortune. Riches and gold
Oh my darling how I do love you.
Love you. Love you.

The Boys in Grey  lined up that day with the flag rippling in the front line.
Drum and bugle poised and at the ready.

Cadence carried through the rank slow at first and then the piper caught a tune  
to the slow march lockstep heads held high.

The Boys in blue mustered up and matched the grey line man for man. Faces looking forward frozen in the task. The task at hand was spectacle and specter bound and  all rolled up in  one.
To the quick march now. The orders came. hearts pounding   as the bugle sounding brought the
moment hither.

Massive Cannons wheeled about as men and boys commenced to shout a deafening roar and thunder.         The ground would shake and spirits quake the deafening roar when flesh and bone are left alone to buttress lines on grassy fields as grapeshot whistled loudly.

Rank and file. File and rank
ten thousand souls sent forward. The reaper's blade made steady work
in sun and shade.

Fathers, Brothers, sons and all to hasten to
Elysium's halls ,Thousands more would wail and fall
The dogs of war a rabid pack.

North and south would pay the price.Antietam.
Bull Run. Calvary with sabers  drawn rushed headlong to oblivion.

And lay there crying for Mother in waning times of failing life

"Please someone inform my wife that I am bound for Glory"

"Please tell my mother That I miss her and that I love her dearly"

Antietam. Fields of ignoble endings. And later new beginnings.

Four score.

Conceived in liberty

We  cannot dedicate. We cannot consecrate.

Of the people, by the people.

Shall not perish from the earth.

I like mine two cream, two sugars my addiction sans friction.
You see coffee is my benediction to alphabet soup.
                                                                                                         Sing as song of sixpence.
                                                                                                         a pocket full of rye.
                                                                                                         four and twenty blackbirds
                                                                                                         baked in a pie.
Sister Loretta.That witch.
She gave me my first hit.
So long ago I had forgotten.
5 foot 2 eyes of blue. In a nun's habit.

I was all of eight years old and full blown away by the woman showing her chin and brow
in the Caribbean heat cool as the other side of the pillow Strange. Even then strange that a woman
would choose to dress in a black full length jacket that swept the ground as she walked.

Sweet as cane syrup. patient as a monk.
She gave me the love of words.

So Where is sister now I wonder ?
Probably pushing daises from under. That was many years ago.

Mia culpa. But I always wished for x-ray eyes. to see beyond her disguise.
Was she all woman or some holy mutation.
built to reject natural passion.
Mia culpa.
sister Loretta was forbidden fruit. One of god's many wives.
And I could only have one ?. Hmmmmm leme think this one over.

Blasphemer.
8 year old wood is hard to mess with.

Any dude out there who went to parochial school and did not have that one
on the replay spool, throw yer hands up.
.....That is what I thought.

Okay. just had my cuppa Joe.
And now I'm gonna let you go.
Just wanted you  all to know.

Sista Loretta was Smokin Hot.

She walked barefoot in the desert and wore desert boots to bed.
My baby was topsy turvy dipsy swervy crossed up curvy clean out of her head.
A cast iron face that kept the truth bound and shackled.
Deep inside her head.
Self deception was her stock in trade and every choice she ever made was reasoned Wearing blinders.The snake that ate her tail
Her logic was.
Circular in nature no ending or beginning. Which guaranteed her winning
Regardless.
But only in her twisty wheelhouse.
Crazy as aa ******* rat.
Twisting facts into tasty pastry.

Seving them up on shiny ware.
Neither here nor either there
Calculating slipknot tension
Telling tales too tall to mention
The daughter of the pretzel maker
Part deluded.Rabid faker.
Pretzel logic
Pretzel minded.
Twisted now and twisted later.
Down the road I go.

So doctor tell me please why am so frail as of late.
I cant keep my food down in fact  I dont even want to eat.
My mother cooks my favorite when I go over.
She sees me wasting away.

"Boy what you doing to yourself" she says.
You looking sickly. You sleep O.K.

Every-ting  Irie  Ma I heard mi-self say.

"If I nevah know betta I would say you love struck".

"But you too old fi puppy love I more than sure"

So tell me son why you looking so weak.

Ma I got a love Jones for Little Angelique.

Small ax fall big tree the old folks say.

Five feet two.
Got hooks in you.

Weak in the knees when she looks at me.
Just a matter of time.
Just a matter of time.

Angelique. Baby.

Bang...Bang...Bang...Bang...Bang..Bang.

Reload.