My boy looks like me a bit.
That stuborn streak.       My poppa's gift to me
Here my boy.                 Have a slice.              No ?

                                       You had the stubborn pie
                                       You scooped the crunbs
                                       And washed them down.......a thousand score
Before.

You stop to start my dear heart.
                                                 Whispers of cannot be invade your ears.
The night is cool and sullen. Your crystal ball swirling.musical chairs. Winding stairs with no answers.

The ceiling mocks your hopefull stares
Your pillow caresses as passion fruit swirls like crimson clouds.
Mocks aloud.

Easy to be hard.hard to be easy.

Rusted splatter lingers echoing past injustice.with scars stretched taut.

Sullen is the night.

                                                We ask the question.the answer stands akimbo. Glaring. Defiant to the senses.
Beginning's end ushers end's beginning.

Who is to blame?
The moth or the flame.           Truth is farce. A tepid liar.

Rules are amourphous. Real or tristy.
So. We ask.again.again.

Who is to blame?       Careless moth?
                                  Mercilesss flame ? Who.is to blame.

what do like ? she aked
Never really narrowed it down I said.

Legs or *** or ***** She asked.
I like them all I said. Why limit my options I Said.

You dont Have a preference she asked ?.....

I guess I am an eye guy I said.
An eye guy? She said.

Yes I said. When I look into yours, everything else fades. I said.

Her eyes dropped for an instant. Her cheeks flushed.

She looked me in the eye and her lashes sent Morse code blinks like
a ship to shore message.

My heart skipped.

He kept a close watch on his heart and mind.
He kept his eyes wide open all the time.
And payed attention to the ties that bind.

Because she whinned. He walked the line.

He found it very easy to be true.
He tried real hard to keep his love anew.
He would not sit there feeling really blue

Because she whinned. He walked the line

No..here.
No there.
No everwhere.

                    Choices are unworthy.
The snake consumed his tail.
                                            Inside out and down. His mouth.

The people there welcomed me as they had done
A hundred years before. The door is there just where I found it.
At the back of the funhouse
                                   Who is to say if I am the fantasy and the more real.
                                   As I cross over slowly from this to that I hear the mad hatter. Lament his timing.
The march hare. Entered with a face of brass.
And a smile miles.wide.

He only knew the darkness inside the dream that I dreamt.
He had warned me at length of the wages. As pages crinkled and worn slowly turned with no reader enthralled.

Time ******.
Folding forever into small origami. And ****.
The hand is quicker than the eye.
but is it. Really?.
This is an utter flight of fantasy. Free fall.

Find the breadcrumb trail
To the edge of the woods.
Or stay if it suits you.
Time is of no essence here.

The door sits in the crack of forever and never.
Seek and you shall find.
Salvation awaits.
Or damnation like the gaping maw of the white whale.

Fulfill your destiny or
Choose to fail.

My brother Phillip was a smooth operater
I called him. Mahatma Dandy.
Kissed the girls and made them cry.
Made them sigh.

Dandy was always flying off to somewhere.
Charming and disarming. Six feet four.
Smiling like the cat from Cheshire.
But bigger.
Dandy loved all and all loved him

A heart of gold but subject to frosty weather.
Dandy could never seem to get it all together
But. The boy. Had style.
Should have bottled it and sold it.

Easy street.

The Ashes of a million souls drift down to the Baranco Wall and Moorland.

Seventeen thousand feet is All
Deep and dead is the cap on Kilimanjaro.

If a tree falls in the Forrest. you will hear it on Kilimanjaro.

Haunting stones on Easter Island whisper in the dead of night
and speak to Kilimanjaro.

Pitcairn Island far and lost.

Fletcher Christians mournful ghost wails and screams as the Bounty burned
a light seen from The  Kilimanjaro.

Supai City Arizona in the bowels of the gaping gorge
looks out to Kilimanjaro.

Oymyakon Siberia. Minus 93 degrees. chatter and freeze
akin to The Kilimanjaro

World ends in the stratosphere
Fight for breath face you fears.
Where minutes pass like plodding years

in grasp of Kilimanjaro.

****. What does it matter.
6 of 1. Half dozen of the other.
Don't call your pocket. Any port in a storm. 8 ball anywhere.

Why try hard. Still gettin a trophy.
Mediocrity is the norm. **** it. Any port in a storm.

Just gotta grab my ankles and be like the rest.
******* lemmings over the edge.yeah buti got friends?

With that kind of friend,who needs enemas.

Dummmy down. Don't make a sound.
Scared of cold hard facts.
The Norm.
Any ****** port in a storm.

Dam your ears look like handles.
I got an idea.cause you don't need them for listening.
Any port in a storm.

Point man, Slack man, middle man Drag.
Last in line draws progression fire.
Like geese on the wing.

No one misses the drag man.
Snipers delight.

Head count was short.
Drag man down.

Not going home
without a body bag.

Aint that a drag ?

Nothing in my many years, has convinced me
of anything as meaningful  as a woman's love ,her immeasurable value.
Conjoined with creation.Destined to span the rivers of null and carry man/womankind
to its unknown destination.

The capacity to love deeper than any man can.
A shimmering beauty past skin deep.

Untold pleasure. Immense pain.

I am staggered by the woman who lacks self worth.
Nothing more worthy exists. By the very nature of SHE.
Deliverer of life, Daughter of Eros.

A thing to be admired and desired.
A marvel to behold by the nature of SHE.

My Goddess, no  
My Love.
Nothing has surpassed you.
The sum of your essence . Priceless
Please know this and
never doubt.

Woman.
Held close

A silent space
focused and diligent.
Jasmine and clover.

A long long petaled  flower
sweet all over.

Fragrant delivery in the name.
Unique in space.

Constant and beautiful.
Jasmine for the minute or the hour.

A tall cluster. for the minute or the hour
Euphoria and calm
Sweet where it is warm

We sat in silence on starlit nights
on the rooftop in summer.
Looking at the city, the stars and beyond.

In silence. breathing softly.
She only held my hand, it seemed for hours.
And so it was. for hours.
except for" How are you doing baby?"

"Just fine  darlin" my reply
And so I was. We looked into our eyes then
returned to the silent journey, hands closed gently. What a ride.
And so it was.

She would sit between my knees as we journeyed sometimes.
Her head resting on my chest. Both gazing into the twinkling nighttime.
My arms wrapped around her, her hands holding both of mine.
her breath would fall and rise.

The sweet fragrance of her hair as wafted in summer air.
The eternity of the moment.
The cadence of her heart barely sensed.
The eternity of those moments.

And so it was.

Her name was Diana.
She was my queen. Her eyes soulful
Her spirit was clean.
I betrayed her love. With cold calculation.
Numbers .

Choices shaped by urgent circumstance.
The scales tipped away.

She spoke to me from a far place untrod .

I saw her in the flesh again. The woman stood next to me.
A total stranger. She spoke with care and compassion though
Her voice was not the same.The spirit arced the void.The eyes.

Her  body was a replica down to the way she stood. The face older,
the lines less sharp.
Her husband stood by quietly as we moved in the queue.
A prop. Voiceless.

Then and there I knew.
Diana had touched me over the years but she never came to me
This way. I struggled.
But I  could not. Make.the leap and so
She went her way with.    Strange goodbyes.

I knew she waited for me.
She said she.would in life.
She had forgiven my betrayal

Oh how she loved me. And oh how I loved her so.

She spoke to me from the grave. Her power was
Always pure love.
The breezes blew the flame from her candle
Her candle stood alone in the whipping wind.
Where I left her standing

Years ago I left her standing as the world cruelly closed in.
The hounds of her existence claimed her.
She will be mine again.
Those eyes that so engulfed me.

That heat that ever loved me.
Goodnight my sweet. Rest again.
My journey leads back to you.

In time the circle will close.
Goodnight my queen.
I know that you await.
Rest my queen.
Unspoken as before.

The boatman
Stands  on the far bank.
His fare in hand.
I love you.
I always have done.

It happens and I am out of body and the theme from the
Twilight zone is on a a loop.Rod Serling mumbles something to my
Fear.
Insanity crooks a finger and beckons from behind a hooded robe.
But this is a prelude to possibilities down the rabit hole.
So once again I turn my back. Scramble up hill the skinny trail rutted in deep.

Sleep is the breadcrumb trail. That never fails to walk me out of the woods.until next episode.

Man overboard.

Rain or shine. Well almost.. but
The regulars make the stroll..I can almost set my clock,that is if need it.
Two ladies. I call them Mutt and Jeff, Mutt in the right side,Jeff on the left.

One short the other taller.
A morning ritual. On occasion, Jeff does a solo
Mostly with her wing man though. I watch them come and go.

I asked them their names once but my memory is like smoke in the early morning
breeze some days

The regulars. set your clock or calender.
I sense a long and abiding bond .Many shared tears and joys.

Nisei or Sansei.?
I cant say for sure.

The regulars
Like Sunshine rising east.

I am the watcher.
The reader of the constant.
The regulars .They see me silent mostly.
Ghostly.

I am a regular in knee pants.
They teach me to be still and regular.
To myself be true.

One day I can be a regular too.

Real Diva=A petulant Proven Mega Talent
Watered down Diva=A rude Hoochie.

Real Diva= A self Centered Proven Star.
Fake Diva=A Schmendrick. Cant punch out of a wet paper bag.

Old-school (Real Diva)=A Socialite.Proven ,Heavy hitter,Show stopper.
Skin Diva=T & A Poser.Head Rattles when she Shakes her Diva.

Iron Clad Diva=Cant miss,sold out two years in advance.
Bone Retrieva Diva= Cant spell CAT if You spot her the C and The A.

The list goes on.........

Nawmean ?

King wing nut fancied himself a fashion savant. No one was ballsy enough to tell him "you caahnt".
                                               He sewed a nice shirt from riverbed dirt.
                                              
"Wonderful sire was the obliging blurt.
                                               He stitched a cocked hat made from rooster
                                               Fat.

"Mahvelous sire was the rat a tat tat.

                                              He sewed wooden trousers
                                              to so many wowsers !!!

                                              His stockings were crafted from gobbledygook.

Superlative sire!! and "Oh goodness look"

                                              The Vapid sot laid down on a cot for a nap.
                                               He woke at two,recharged an refreshed.
                                              
He stripped down to the skin and proceeded to sew a suit from the thinnest of air.
He stepped to his throne from the twilight zone.
bemused and with hardly a care.
                                              What say ye now said the simplified oaf.

                                              All eyes drifted skyward as he strutted about.
                                              to applause and stifled guffaws.

"Your majesty has outdone himself".
"Leave the rest of your clothes in the closets and shelves.

                                              Nothing more needs be said.
                                              Gassed up and content with an over-sized head.

Why big relaxing , they come from small things.
And why do we go incognito as we self flagellate.
with our fix. Or that is the think.

Brown bottle with a safety lid.sublimate that devious Id.

Brown mood killer to get perky.
side effected with herky jerky.

Browns and pastels to quell. Feng shwaaaay?

Big brown eyes are soothing.
Might be better than quay luuuding.
that's a bit dusty.

End of the line self smoothing.

Wino on the tilt. struggles with his back pocket.
cant get a good grip on that brown bottle rocket
trying mightily to take it to the head.

Just trying to brown out and faze out.
solutions are myriad.
But a one trick pony.

Count down to brown......5-4-3........

I licked my finger and raised it to the air.

And set sail.
due North. Tacked a bit east. sea spray lashing
me down to the mast.

I saw Ahab in the distance aboard a white monstrosity.He seemed quite happy.
The years had been kind. A Fulfilled destiny.
I envy him so to surrender.

I tacked south.
some strange feat but a mighty ****** am I. The wind at my beck the stars at call.
sextant be dammed. I will rise where I fall. or sink.
Brinkmanship my stock in trade.

The wind remained  at my back for a score and one.
my shirt in tatters. Still tied to the mast.
Howling banshees beckon me shore.

Nevermore.

Gonna singe him sleeve.
Gonna crackle and grieve.Who gonna fight the fire.
Who fight the fire gonna be asked to leave.
Who gonna fight the fire ?
                                                                   Fireman come forward and face the fire
                                                                   Come walk  the hell walk save the small talk
                                                                   Front runner determinned  not to run.face the fire
                                                                                          THANKLESS TASK
BUMBOCLAAT.

What did the call sound like to you ? did it keen  and squeak like a roasting  rat
in the wall. did you hear the call at all ?.Somebody has to do it .
civilian roaster.  General step upper. Who died and made you.

Who fight the fire. Raise your hand.
Neighborhood watcher. house buster
meets twelve gauge duster.

Can you make muster?

Last time we talked. This time we shouted.

Last time we laughed. This time we cried.

Last time we pulled. This time we pushed.

Last time was the last time.

No more time left.

Time out.

Time.

He vibrated himself through yesterday where I found him
Kneeling at the alter with a white rosarie.
He thumbed each bead slowly.
I had left him there ten yeras before praying

Today.the rosarie ended.
Time for pay.

Souls are often bought and sold this way.
The pitch black man was the arbiter
Shango man gonna have his say.

Slowly he rose from the kneeling board.
Had enough time? I heard him say.
Your childrens souls can be forfeit.one child for
One more day.

No I said to the shango man
Come.close and take me away.
Ten years beneath the sythe is enough
Awaiting.dark to fall.

Come closer said the shango man
One step is to close our deal
So darkness fell before I
Could tell.

Tolling bells
Decent.
To
Hell.
Shango.

When I think about  the time that I spent
Crying in my beer. juke box pounding
misery form ear to ear.   (Clint Black)

I sang you gone a million years ago .
there was a hole where you were already
so when you closed the door behind you
I had already sang you gone.

Just a sweet refrain, a diminished chord.
a bit of reality misting away oh lord.
That hole you left is a hole in my heart
cause baby I have sung you gone.

As the days tick by  I fill that hole
with busy things,you know.
Able now to feel the ebb and the  flow
Visions of our used to be's  in my music

lyrics that I write,They echo about you
they can only take me to the window
as I look for somethings new
I'm sorry darling,there is a new dawn   rising
cause I long time sang you gone.

Blazing brightly in the night miles below on
Crete. Icarus plummeted. And puzzled.
The Phoenix shattered ablaze and battred

The phoenix Glances to the night sky.
As a bird of prey whizzes by.

Struck to ground.
Thundering sound.

Phoenix pauses beats his wings.
Flaming feathers burn and drift.

Rises slowly from the ashes.
Icarus crumbles in broken waxen wings.


Youthful tragedy. Never to rise.
No reclamation.

Silent hubris.
The dirge preceeds.
Then quietly

Receeds.

1.complete th bridge to the moon started by
Jules Verne and raise the Nautilus..

2.Rebuild the colossus of Rhodes to spec.

3.Take a trip to John Gotti's summer home and split a bottle of Boones
Farm apple wine with him and Emelia.

4. Pull a small sample of bone marrow from Hitlers shriveled corpse for a
Little cloning project that I have been working on.

5.get a head count on all the politicians in the capital who don't consider
Their position a life long free ride with no accountability to the masses..

6. Resurect the cold fusion argument.

7. Run a sub 2 minute mile.

8.kick Tysons but with my right hand tied.

9.mix the perfect martini

10. Start all over again.

A lot to be said about that.

I Kinda like the female variety.
The male... uh not so much

Hard to not wonder
What exactly lies down under.

******* on Equipoise.
****. She caught me looking.

Was Olive oyle anorexic ?.                                   Olive couldn't make her mind up. clean shaven or hairy.

Popeye was sprung.                                             Who was sweet pea's daddy?

                                                                               Was miss Oyle  on the down low?