She  Shouted at me like whistling daggers.
struck me square between he eyes

with "I dont love you anymore."

The gauntlet scattered pebbles and dust
thus flung to earth in anger and disgust.

yes my sweet.  
I know.

Little brown boys in knee pants

Single file.
Marching forward in reverence and godfear.
Genuflect on left knee.

File in and sit in wooden pews.
Whispering hope resounds irreverently.
on hallowed walls

each word an affront to god.
How do I know?
The sisters told us so.

every Friday. " bless me father for I have sinned"
seven year old. " really".

Crucified idol nailed to a cross.
Kneeling on knobby knees.
conjuring sins.

Ten our fathers and ten hail marys.
neutered males living in denial.
concealed desires cloaked in a Cossack.

cloistered women.
hiding in a habit.

who is ******* whom.

I was ten and the birds and bees
cows and horses, Friends and neighbors
unpulled the wool .

Had to scratch my head a lot
in those formative years.

The Vatican?
First world power.
Inquisitor's tower.

O.K. burn me at the stake.
Heretic.

Absolute power corrupts absolutely.?

No. Divinity has a window.
but small.

I got my first note at the age of 18.
From the democratic bar.a small bottle of white cane ***.
Smoked.my first.splif the week before.

My second message washed ashore many years later.
The first message came with a P.S.
P.S.the room is going to spin til you heave **
And the floor is going to follow suit

Three years later
Peppermint schnaps.
Sweet charms ... heave ** again.



Third message washed up on the beach round midnight.
Happy new.year champ.
Pink champagne is one hell of a vamp.

There have been a few more.
Wreckless.
Trips.

I let them wash up and back with the outgoing tide
Decades have passed .

I stopped feeling rumy
Messages in bottles.

Don't give me a lift.

They just bobble and drift.

Slap saddle.
Shake and rattle.
           Oh my aching back.
Hunker down wave at the clown.
Yipi ky yo ky yeh.
            What you talkin bout willis.   (Bruce )
Yipi yie yo ky yay

Knees high. Shoulders low
***** down ten gallon.
           Hands tight. Elbows in
                      Come a tye yeye yipi yipi yo yipi yeh.

Come a tye yeye yip yipi yeh.

Freddy shuffles along to the beat of his own drum
though deep inside his soulless self, Freddy wishes he could still run
Dreams of chasing down a pop fly at the park haunt his errant dreams

Freddy is a Zombie now. No more nights out at the club.
or To 24 hour fitness for a quick grunt and sweat.Freddy is the walking dead
Life took a sudden turn.

Poor Fred.Always hungry for things he cannot have like a fresh gushing
bite from a 20 year old hottie. Cant run them down like before.
The boy has lost a step or two. and a couple of toes squish around in his shoe
oh no.
Thinks Fred.
This Undead thing bites ***
and it really wont do

Yeah.
A Mani/Pedi.
Thinks Freddy and a new pair of kicks.
Fast Freddy.

The first thing went through my mind when I
saw a  beautiful woman was.

1. what does she taste like. Her skin. her mouth. that spot right behind her ear. just inside her ear.
The soft curve of her neck. Her shoulders.  The  junction where ******* meet her arm. That long expanse of her soft belly. Her sweet lips as they parted to allow access. ****,salty, sweet all combined. I could see myself eating all courses slowly savoring.

2. What does she smell like. Not her shampoo or lotion or perfume or body oils. I mean her pheromones.

that deep unique essence of her.That smell at the base of her neck. under her chin her armpits,the hollows of her elbows. her belly button,her beautiful mound, that simmering potion be it ever so slight or close to overstated as I gradually slid down to Taste. To nibble at her taint and stab gently with my tongue. Her ***. That never- never land of sensual convergence.

3. What does she sound like in various modes. Her voice lilting, high pitched, throaty, nasal. he cadence of her speech. her laugh nervous, content, sing-song. early upon waking.so many undulations and coloration's.

4. What does she think like. concise open, flowing restricted, guarded,untrusting, fair, fearful,provocative, sensual, ******,cold, shallow, deep,intelligent, smart,vengeful,hurt,
carefree,calculating,ditsy,unsettled, divided, loving,caring,nurturing.

5. Is she **** or *** or a combo of both.  And what other erogenous hot spots. Which one gets her out of her head and free falling in unabashed ecstasy. Which hollow or crevasse or soft expanse is a fuse. Another ingredient to her potion. how many stimuli could I apply and keep in her sensual Calliope until a thrashing conclusion or a cessation of movement, breathing or sound that will bring her release tumbling down in near syncope.  

6. If she had on no lipstick I would imagine her *******/aereolas/*******. brown, wide, smooth , bumpy, pink,caramel thick long endless.

7. what comes through her eyes. my god her eyes. That is another universe worth of endless research and
books.

Now I don't do the subconscious speed of light hound dog amalgam.

Now I just see the woman and see the woman again.

All is still applicable but is casual thing. third nature even.
God. Thank you for your gifts.
Amen.

You can't miss

What you can't

Measure.

This book is well read.
The story told and retold and why? the pages are thin and stained with
sweat.Could be teardrops.

The binding is unbound broken spine.cracked in places
If falls listlessly in my palm like a lifeless quail wings undone.
never to take flight.

Listen closely as the words drift from pages tattered and fragile.

Afraid to have meaning anymore.
Astride a swayed back mule
Once was a wicked rapier.now


A blunted tool.
Crepe-like roses dried betwixt the pages.
Still......trembling hands.

Tiptoe
Gently from joy to pain as thereader rolls across
Inked fantasies long pressed to page.
Believer believes.
The deceivers.


Tall tales to small.
An open book to all who dare look.

The well thumbed pages
Of a well
Worn
Book.

America on the ropes.
Absorbing punches in bunches
The resultl..... delayed paralysis.analysis paralysis.

Oh I know ... this can never happen. Not to the
Pinacle.

Rome ?

The clouds roll in swollen angry
Billowing as I look out to sea.
East and west.
So.                        Retrace my path to where I was
Searching faces ,skimming along .traces of you to be found in old familiar.places. the hilltops and dives.

Up alley.down gutter
Out to porttals and back again.
The sun is setting now.
Keep the lights burning day and night. To light you back to me.

I cover the waterfront in hopes of finding me.

I was once and still hope to be.
The magic man.with the midas touch. The magic man
Has walked away and now there is only me.

So I. Cover the airways. Depots. Stops and flops.

Seedy and the Ritz.

I cover the waterfront.
I scan the horizon.
I sweep the sky.

I cover the waterfront in hopes that I sail by.

Todo momento de mi vida
Yo pienso en timas cada dia

Mira mi soledad
Mira mi soledad

Querida.
No me sanado bien la herida.

Te extrano yo lloro toda dia.

Just so.we know .
Just so we see the path.
Just so we walk in love . Just so.

Just so you love me with all you heart
And just so you know that you will eternally be washed in
My love. Never alone to ponder.
Never.
Never my love .
Just so you know my heart belongs to you.

Justb so my heart.
Just so .
Just so that you know
That my world is you , revolves around your every whim and utterance.
Just so my love.

We stacked cord wood twenty feet.
Covered it over nice and neat.by moonlite
Moonshine whisky cooking in the ***.

Tick hound sittin on top the hill
Lookout... #2 still
We ain't quittn what we wedo
Moonshine late night.
Brew.

Old jalopy with a juiced up sheen
Sittin low and wide.

Leavin revenoors
Spittin out dust.
Crossin county lines

Parched throats waitin.
Big money makin.
***** revenoors.

In my solitude I watch the birds fly by. Up high.
I count the twinkling stars one by one.
And wait for break of day.

In my solitude. I hear the clock march on the wall
And I don't miss you at all mot I.

You left without goodbye this time.your coat
Still hanging on the wall you never call.
Your favorite.chair sits in the corner
Asking me every day.

Why did he go away and is he gone to stay.

In my solitude.my heart becomes.undone
Yes darling you are the only one
For me until you. Set me free.
Goodbye my heart
Goodbye my world
Goodbye
Goodbye.
Goodbye.

My ****** left knee.tribute. A testosterone. All or nothing gonna punk your ***. Make you eat grass. Coccussion dealing. See pretty stars. Have you barkin at ants. Down on one knee how many fingers do you see.

High speed collisions. Last second decisions to duck or not to duck. That is the question. A small tribute to pay would not have it any other way.

Whether tis nobler in the mind to go ***** to the wall a nothing or all
Venture. Get you fitted later for dentures. Pickin up chicklets of
the floor. No mouth piece ?. But I. Didn't know. ****.

Sorry.
Trauma enduced D.J.D. degnerative joint disease. Right knee with severe cartilageneous breakdown.

Every day fare eaten with every meal
Stew beans and rice or rice mix with beans.
Pour lee gravy and a few chunk of beef
Rice and beans gial is every-man meal.

Rice and beans gial
Easy and fresh, just cianh seh no. She jus roll wid di flow.
My rice and beans gial suit every dish.

Stew beans and rice.Rice and beans mix-up.
Smell just like coconut eyle. (oil

Easy squeeze make no riot my granny used to say.
Bwai how you like it?. Any way da way. Just

Pass di onion sauce.  

Rice and beans girl ( gial )






Rice and beans gial steady and true
Mix up fi me,beans and rice fi you.
One size suits all

Such dreams you inspire in hours past the witching hour
All visions of you in tender repose
Seductress is an assumption by ribbons that flow from your pen
Sassy be sassy again and again.
Yesterday's lass is not today's sas.
Sensual seeker
Expressing sincere exchange of the word.
Dancing to a different drum as of our ilk do
Casting spells and weaving dreams. I can push my mind through
Entering sassydom
Does this portrait of sassy do justice to you ?

Foot fungus and fermentation.
Easy yeast.**** down your leg for a bouquet.

Throw a monkey wrench in the cogs
Rage against the machine.

I'm mad as hell and I'm not taking it anymore.

Cause and effect made him shambling wreck

Cause too many late lights and too many in fights was the cause.

Just be. Cause it is doable don't mean you should do it

And a just cause is not always your cause.

Consequencies will cause you to blink
Double think when the right cause
Comes.along. cause
You paused. Double think.

Will take you to the brink

When instinct gets paused cause too many
Effects have caused you to balk.

Cause sometimes discretion is the better part.cause
Livve to fight another day caused neville chamberlaan
To dither while Poland burned. Why ?

Causes and pauses are like
Opaque obstructions.


But. That's what makes the wold go round
The world go round the world go round.

Causes make the world go round
It makes the world go round.

Seize the moment.

My good friend spotted fox came down to the depot to
Pick me up. His 1960 ford fair lane was throwing oil.

Fox was long in his oil with a 40 oz malt in his left hand below
eye level.
                  
                        Two empties of fortified clinked melodically on the floor
                        I swear the music sounded like go get some more.

                                                     Fox goes " Kimo sabe
                                                     Welcome to The knee".

A savage came to a small lagoon on a pale moonlight night.

He spied himself on the shimmering skin of water.
There stood a man. a human being no less
WakanTanka had shaped him in his palm and set him on the land.

The savage in his nakedness ,
strong and lean knew his time was now at hand.

The savage knelt and kissed the earth
Gathered sand and. Dirt. Gazing into velvet eternal
The great Oso. The bear beckoned him to come forward.

The savage cast the earh to the wafting breezes his destiny now assured.
All that was would again be. Lamented song as he moved along the pathway. Chanted his greeting to the great buffalo Tanka.

My time to abide with you is upon me.
Be with me on my journey .

Stepping into nothingness.
Fallling up to forever.

The circle.
Completed.
To better hunting grounds

Tell me love,what I must do.
I know the landscape in essnce
I am no pretender.

Inspiration then perspiration
A torrid sweat as the tempo.  Rises BUT...
Allow me to speak your
name in fervent whisper
Again and again.

Permit me to traverse your mind
As your sensuous body follows.


I am there. Now here now all places at once



Seeking. Seeking
The small of your back
I am listening as your breathing hastens then slacks.

Feeling as your body shudders. Reaches and entwines.
Allow me access ever so gently.

Tasting. Savouring the hollows and curves
The recesses. The tactile mounds the essense of you.
Dam this poem is making my hands shake.

We are molded skin to skin now. A rythym.
Hot . A dance. Stay with me darling this is nirvana.
Where do I end and you begin.

One.
I feel your desire your wanting to peak.but slow now soft now
The moment awaits still. We will batter the gates stil and come rushing
To ******. As one. Stay. Slow .soft.

Here and now my darling. Hold tight as we soar my love
Over the falls we go to wash in a tide of release.
Yes. Yes.
We are there.

Every now and then I see her face
Eyes a carmel caress just like before.
Never been in that way before or since.

I have looked in many faces, nothing
Made me ache and melt.

I could look into her eyes endlessly
I swear, and lose myself .
I wonder if she knew

I was afraid to say
On the chance that it woud change.

When she spoke I hungered for her eyes
When she laughed I hungered for her eyes.
They so mezmerized. I hungered for that too.

Those eyes are gone and closed
I last saw them crying.
She turned and walked away.

What a fool
What a fool in youth.

In dreams I see them slowly dying
Shuttered windows.

The dreams they left me.
Many years have past.
I know my slice of hell exist
In living out my days to miss
Those eyes will never hold me near

Will never be again
Never be my friend
Never hold me.close.
And carress.

My purgatory burns
Softly and becons.

Piercing lies behind soulfull eyes.
The likes I have never seen.
What contortions made you. Twist reality
At the root.

An absence of self.
I assume.
No core of substance to
Fix or cure.

Mendacity
Menterosa....... no hay una alma.