The little metal box it.hides in plain site behind the velvet painting of a Zulu warrior slightly off center a bit to the right.
The warrior. Hmmm.No The vault.

A naked dwarf. He struggles quietly at midnight to  gather and drag my blocks of raw marble across crystaline floors to the vaault then
He stands there for hours before clcking the numbers.Clack goes the handle. Success.

The hinges have rusted since last deposit. He looks furtively over his shoulder as the metalic groan turns to a squeek. Abra cadabra.
Time to do work. Stealthy old fella he whistles while he works.

One block,two, three and so.
He forces the stones through a the four square door.
Rubs his hands together. Wipes the drivle from his chin
Then walks out the door backwards. The one he came in.

My vault is reloaded with pleasure and pain.
So I can write poetry again and again.

The amount donated
By the Govment.
For.
DrummmmmRollll....

(punchline)

***** Pumps.

No joke.

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.

Wickering destruction thundering from the summit
First a death rain then deafening sound.
                                                    Rumble­ and boom.
                                                    Cordite­ flowers bloom and twinkle in
                                                    The srarless night.
Whistle me home my friend though my face unseen.
Lock and load my friend .
Then whistle me swiftly home.

                                                     Mother stands in the doorway worlds apart. She ponders the sudden chill.

                                                      FIR­E. Pull the lanyard wire and whistle me home.away.

Soaring. Sireen.screaming thunder
True and deadly.
Ground zero stands the hero.

Drop the sight
Gunny,crank her down.
Lock and load Gunny
Fire and whistle me home.

I Stand firmly with my hands relaxed cause the kid looking down on me just cant FADE me.
His eyes smirk with disdain as he rubs against the grain but my years in the realm keep my hands firm at the helm just smirk him right back and now he's feeling wack cause I slipped his attack and the punk can't fade me.

See...my body is tough and conditioned. Swift still powerfull and lithe.
Six decades see I aint ***** made ....still cool as the shade and makin the grade...I moved in and stayed...aint shaky and the kids cant fade me.

Payed those dues early and often.....not boasting. Just love confounding young ducklings snotty  lil fucklings.
My mind is quick I pay my dues...use it or lose it...no aint bout to dodder become cannon fodder for rooks with no stripes... talk that **** if I have to.
Walk that **** too.
Blessed and respectfull.
Man I love checkin chickens who get it wrong.My body is my carriage my spirit an amalgam of knowlege and physicality.
They try to cubby hole.This old dude dont fit mold.
Kick your *** and get witty. Aint fresh of no *****.
They shake their heads or feign disdain g
But again and again they misread. Down for the de de.
Aint no play pretty.Energiser bunny. You cant fade me punk.I might spank your *** like your uncle.....Nephew.
Your hands cant hit what your eyes cant see.
You cant chump me off play me no dozens. I aint old cause I'm lucky. Plucky.
Every dog has his day and one day the magic will end ask Houdini .....   ..... but till then my young friends,this old man's gonna play nick nack on your ****. And ya don't stop and ya don't quit. FEEL ME ? Cause ya caint fade me.....Yet.

Sits between twin bluffs  burrowing into neon souls
long to be seen in a  future frame of corpses and flipping
through the lenses of the kaleidoscope 1916 or there abouts.

Mr Edison took full advantage of the moment transitioning for all time  the boundaries.Maybe Muybrige in1888.
The here and now. The real and surreal. the equation is now unbalanced.
Is seeing now believing? or is believing a reason to see.

The proof is in the putting.
Dead men long digested in soil and  ground  can still emit sound and point  a blame-full  finger
Linger if you dare in the baleful stare of the science.
quiet, silence, desist. No
even virtue  can not  still the burning light.

cellulose spirits on walkabout lookout from the past again and again
flickering things they be.  conjure you as well as you conjure them.

The end is sight at the bottom of the hill
steel rails to nowhere still squeal to silence,
The riders swing free and lite on Italian loafers and
skulk away. padded shoulders conceal weak wills and
weaker hearts still.

Silver screen visual refraction
once there for all to admire must now bow deeply.
Curtsy?
Vanish and still remain at the pointed end of   it.

one plus one is two.
Right?.                  Grass is green and sky is blue. Right?

You have to be up before you come down. Right ?
If I love you you have to love me too. Right?  Right?.               Smoking causes cancer
                                                                ­                            Liquor cooks your liver.
                                                          ­                                  Stress Bums your ticker.

The world owes me for this that and the other.
If I have a cute face then You should let me La da da da.
Get real. No ticky, no washy.

Mommy kept you under wraps way past 21
Taped rose colored wrap-arounds real  tight to your head.
Fed you spending account till it all turned red. Reality bites.
No Ticky No washy.


                             You had a nice ride all shinny and pimped.
                              Daddy said "son you have to learn to only
                            Claim what you earned" and now your ego has a limp.
And your cool got burned. Guess what Drama king.
No ticky no washy.

Pulled up  to the Car wash to clean up  your  beater.
A little wax on wax of to be a bit neater.
pulled loose change from the tray just below the heater.
You came up one fifty short and cant pay the
Senorita.
Guess what  Steve Jobs.

N.T.N.W.

Elsie was a stubborn girl a willful thing at first
I watched her grow. My sister's daughter
My niece if you will

She had a way about her even then but time would carry change.
Today I can not place a moment .
something brought a change.

Elsie was an angry child.
She was meddlesome and vile.
She kept a vault
hidden. Deep.

Putrid and unkind roiled
about. An ugly distortion.
Why to this day.
Muted. Slithering.

An only child she loved her solitude.
sitting calmly with her hands folded
drifting to far off places with eyes
as hollow as a rotting stump
fallen long past. withered
weathered.

Elsie walked into the woods one day
seeking solitude. forlorn and forgotten.
A bird sang in the distance.
Elsie heard the song.
Now I am old and tired.

I have done all that was required.
made my mark however small
still and always through it all
I hear the mocking songbirds call


Elsie wonders there abouts
as nights grow cold
She still has not found home.
She will one day
no doubt.
dreams come
and go.
They
Tell
Me
So.

Feet firmly planted.
Eyes peering into ciy lights . My old friends had waited patiently.
The merry go round would stop.  The hurdy gurdy would stop with
Deafening silence. As if what.

As if the token was never paid.
As if the effort was never made.
As if the book ran out of pages with no happy ending.

Optional. Washed away.  History told by the one eyed griot
Who had long since gone deaf.long ago lost a marble. But could not
Do the tally.

As if nothing matters but the most recent revision.
As if trutth was a street walker working for her next fix.
As if the distortion was a virtue.

Years in the salt mines. Drudgery and dillusion paassing for
Infinite hope.  The yolk bit deep the lash was a given annointed
as saviour.

As if the piper played for gratis.
As if the contract was written in wine.
As if one side payed while the other played.

Blood is thicker than *****
Like minds meld in commonality.
The twig lays close to the branch



As if that is the last word.
As if all is wellin mudvill.
As if Casey put it over the fence.
As if.

Living third world beautifull sea and sand.
Lovely nature close at hand.
Sleeping a stones throw from Crazy House.

Walled off barered in screaming insanity.
Warehoused lunacy. Insanity.
Screamng out the window at us passing boys.
Unintelligible noise from the asylum.

True story from my youth.
Blue ocean to the east.

Rowed of souls screaming out the beast
To the south.

Lunatic babble frothing at the mouth.
Voices carry south to my room. Baying at the pale white moon.
Abandoned souls in the Crazy house.

jarring.no melody.

Scarring.No reverie

Rotund.Not svelt.

Verbose.not soothing.

Coarse. Not felt

Come. A card has been delt. A farthing is due.
Pound of flesh or two.


Come.skip to his leu.a tortuous dirge.
Come to the very end of days.

Come children, no turn to return to. My child.

A lemming's trance . Dutifull ant by rote. Chant-like.
Forward to the witches castle. Then stumble.to the horizon

To the witche's castle.

To scatter there.Fodder held ******* to the wayward wind.
Hubris comes calling. Now falling
To forever or never.... forever.

Spring jus a jump out please
Kick old man winter.lick im down to him knees.
Seen...me just done wid shiver an freeze.

Spring be a gent an lift the flap pon you tent. Jus lick down Joe north and jack frost.my gas bill outa site.

Cant mek love unda covah.
Need room fi manuever.
But mi hut too chilli.

This is a formal request.
With all due haste.sans deliberation.

spring please come.forward
Forward.

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.

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.

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.

A small piece of humanness
almost not here at all but she is big in the heart and her spirit is wall to wall.
Sparkler.  
Not to be deminished
at all.
A sparkling light. Ember like.
burning furiously and quiet save for a fizz and flicker.
Quicker than soft silver. A flicker.
Flickering soul detained to never grow old.
Old soul in a wind whipped frame
Framed in a miniscule  moment.
A moment is all you are.
Are.

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.

The bigger the lie the cooler the cool.
Ahh

The spider is a weaver
The magical deciever
It lays a snare atop the air.                Come little ones.   A treat awaits.

The pied piper plays a tune
He spins a a lovely guise
He catches children never flies.          Come little ones.  A treat awaits.

The politician on the stump
Puts the spin in his ragged tale
To win the minds and snare.              Come little one. Atreat awaits.

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.

Down in meadows where sweet grass grows by the inch by moolite -a girl I  know she would stroll.. quietly ,barefoot and beautiful.

Flowers and rose petals filled the air as she strolled to valley.down.deep. this girl I know who couldn't sleep. she.strolled.to the green valley way down deep.

Nite breezes whispered sadness of love adrift like the echoing bubbly,babbling brook as cool grass mingled with achy feet she walked her cares to the valley down deep.

This lady I know is lovely and rare and full of sudden sweet surprise. Like the ones that sparkle from her sleepy eyes. I think she is layered and her sorrows are deep and her pain she does keep quiet and hidden
Way down deep.
So, I somtimes wonder and conjure  what it be to hold her hand ,put her head on my shoulder sing a lullaby low and deep and stroll together on the winding path that would take us by starlite and moonlite and gentle brook to.lay us both down  in clover and Jasmine.
stroke her brow and whisper.her away to sleep in the peacefull valley with windmills up on the hills.
That  place in her joyfull surrender in the green valley way down deep

This woman I know is soft as surrender and tough as iron but the girl inside still dreams the wistfill fairytale ending while doing and going and fixing unending. Regret like a stone on her shoulder, head bowed and sweet.she has kept to the task but now weary for rest and gentle persuasion.
There's a place in the gloaming where dreamwalkers meet a misty suspension. A warm sunny place a snow capped and glistening winterland an azure briney ocean and sand.
Sahara of rippling sand like sweet music rippling forth from a merciful harp that draws her up upwards and aloft  to soar and skim in freedom then she sails the Caribbean trades with the wind in her hair still dreaming wide awake.. she.sits on the bow and seaspray carresses her hopes . Salty misy and cool and she dreams in a dream inside of contemtment unending. Then soars aloft again infitfull sleep then plunges to depths of secrets well kept to.the valley so green and so deep.
To the valley
The valley of sleep.
To green meadows
In the valley.down deep.

Have you seen my roli poli.
He was siitting o. My desk
In a purple top hat and a bright
Orange vest.

Have you seen my little buddy
All rolled up in a ball or sittin on
A bar stool sitting up tall.

Has anyone seen him.
He was going on a cruise.
Yesterday he gave a story to
The channel 7 news.

I gues he rolled out. Didnlt even say why.
Roli poli's outa here
Bye.   roli poli.
Bye.

Do you catch yourself looking at you,the "man in the mirror" holding the wheel. As you hold the wheel doing 102,rushing to the next to do.

One o'clock high glimmer.
Almost entranced by the navigator looking back but not at you?
Frenzied sill shot. Looking for the **** shot in this mixed menagerie.?

Step right up.ladies and gents.
How much can you get for your 99 cents.
In this not so penny arcade.

Split the difference . A four dementional blink.
Over four you know it.
Exit or merge.

Quiet the urge to do neither.
The middle man went belly up
Can't get to the critical
With a hitch in your giddyup.

Take another peak. One o'clock high
Hang in or bail out.
No failure. With no try.

Green lite .jump and hit silk.
Spin the wheel.
Close the deal.
Geronimo.

Today I stood next to a tall and lovely woman. No one
thing struck me at once. The conversation was not deep but
her eyes were.  The moment was lightening. I had forgotten
Lightening. It strikes rarely,

Coy and seductive. The moment burned for a second. A million years.
We both knew in that instant. The sensual flash. That offering. The accepting.
Then it was gone. A low hum but we will close that distance again soon.
It is destined. She is surreal in her essence.Forbidden.

She will come to me many times in flickering light cast against the wall.
A shadow. warm, sent by tallow and burning wick. Inflame my senses.
The seed now planted and I have planted mine.We both now know
a moment of decision awaits. My woven words and soothing tone will do
the magic it has always done. No arrogance in the least I assure.

What is ,is. We passed the divide riding beams of gentle light. we will both
decide but I can tip the balance and fall from grace to passion. Her body is willing
the language is surrender. Perhaps a moments pleasure.

Pandora's portal.
A flickering light beckons.

Had a chat with my
    Gat last night.Ruger P90
"Patience son" he said.
            " my job is spittin lead"
        He said." Not rhetoric"
"Pokelickin is for fun" said the gun.
Lickshot is not..
          So no skylarkin when P90 gets to barking.
      Lets think this thing through. Consider what you do before not after.
"Patience "
Said the gun.

****** needed some remedials.
         A b sees and one two threes.
        Some tables and basics
        Lasix...for a swollen ego.
We go.
We  went
We gone.

A wash and wrinse... a manipedi. Exfoliate.
                 Real .
                 Uncluttered.
                 To the quick.

Too many lifetimes posing
A heart that forgot
The forget me nots.
Too many summer in the blazing sun
Many bone chilled winters.
Howling storms became the norm
Sooo.Gold stars and paper cuts
Elmers glue to start anew
Baby.
Kids need cookies and milk.
Hearts need to be gentle as spun silk.
Open like Dr Sues and simple.
Like popping your first
Pimple.
Simple.

A misty morning smitten by frolicking waves sang out.
Close stood we in the buffeting breezes.
To and fro our rapture flowed.

Standing. on naked feet
In sandy drift. Closer we stood.
The gulls lamented their soitary ways
Taken afar by arrogant breezes.
Aloft and far above.

Soaring,drifting asleep on woven wings.
Sing sweet lamted days gone long in stormy skies
Now ice and cloudless.

Close stood we. Buffeted by mighty chance the god of the restless
                            They questioned.
How long?

How strong?
                             Will weary time intervene. Among and between

                              And pul love apart. Brick by brick. Moment by memory.



For it's own sake.

Gentle hands gripped tightly
Hearts believing.
Eyes assuring.
Breathless

Scatterd mist lit on silent tears
Heads bowed to stay the course..

Forever said we.
Closer we stood.
Never ending.
Endless
Said we.