Ahab's horror would I be,
swimming around for all to see,
harpoon me if you can,
but I'll swallow you down, ship and man.

to the locker far below,
where I will spit out your bones,
in the darkness of the deep,
for all eternity will you sleep.

Though not a fish,
I will have fulfilled my wish,
to swim in the ocean's tides with tail,
I am glad to have become a whale.

busy hallways,
loud talking voices,
but is any work getting done?

I tell the future
in my shapes,
for you to interpret,
and mold your fate.

Avoid her across the bar,
though she lures you in,
her smoldering come hither stare,
promises pure sin.

In the morning you awake,
you have no idea where,
but your clothes and wallets gone,
and your heart is in despair.

Goose bumps rise on the neck,
a shiver begins in the spine,
pure fear rises from the feet,
to the top of the head,
and erupting in a blood-curdling scream.

They **** and drink the blood of their prey,
then they find a place to lay,
to sleep and love the day away,
awaiting the next night to **** and play.

Pupils burned,
retinas blown,
stared at you,
way too long.

Pheromones and thoughts entwined,
two souls slowly try to combine,
one plus one, you do the math,
and travel down life's loving path.

Let's go, I'll meet you there,
bikini girls, stop and stare,
Cuba Libre on the beach,
all within a days reach.

Double battered and deep fried
into the bucket, Would you like fried pies?
Mashed potatoes and some gravy,
or french fries spiraled and wavy.
Mac n cheese ,
if you please,
oh, and can I get some sweet teas?

The face of the company,
pleasant and smiling,
conducts like a symphony,
answering and dialing.

Office trapped all day,
longing for the outdoors,
clouds against the blue sky,
evening breeze to be felt.

Nocturnal creatures emerge,
owls and bats and others.

The Moon and Venus shine brightly,
just across the sky from Saturn and Mars.

Neon lights advertising sins,
*****, girls, smokes, and clubs.

Shooting stars barley seen,
red and blue lights flash.

Nothing gets past her,
as if a third eye watches me,
constantly monitoring,
every thought and deed,
even completing my sentences.

Uncanny.

The music plays and you dance,
at this moment with no pants,
the bass drops with great power,
continue twerking in the shower.

No holds barred, nothing held back
I go in on full attack
shed the blocker, I see his back
He feels me but now he's sacked

engraved tombstone
tears roll
soil's handful

Hidden lust behind the mask,
the come hither grin, and the lick of lips,
being someone else, inhibitions gone,
frees the self to try things, taboo.

Delivery that needs to be made
I search for the lone owner
Either the recipient or the sender
This envelope feels important

Heavy in my hand as I look
but neither address is current
the tracks of tears sealing
encourage me to continue looking

As I feel someone's heart to be breaking
miscommunication on well-placed stamps
hiding love and fortune
from its rightful owners

Towering above Alexandria in ancient history,
lighting the way for ships at sea,
three interlocking platforms,
climbing toward the sky

Square, octagonal, and circular
sections made of huge stones
an architectural masterpiece
Ptolemy's tribute to warriors

Raging fire in limestone furnace
glowing, flickering, smoking
showing travelers the way
shining on high in the night

Fallen over time
earthquakes take their toll
no longer visible, submerged
beneath the waves

One of Antipater's seven wonders
now gone the way of the Colossus,
the Mausoleum, the Hanging Gardens,
Zeus's Statue, Artemis's Temple,
only The great Pyramid remains

Caveats and segues,
conversations and discussions,
politics and religion,
points of contention.

Pack a bag!
Get in the car.
Where are we going?
Not very far.

When will we get there?
When we arrive.
How will we feel?
Alive and revived.

How long will it take?
As long as it will.
Why does it matter?
We have time to ****!

What will we do?
Have some fun.
Enjoy each other,
in the summer sun.

Will there be mountains
or will there be beach?
I'll let you know,
just as soon as we reach.

Will we go swimming
or will we fish?
Whatever you want,
whatever you wish.

Destination unknown,
full speed travel
Straight on till morning,
questions unraveled.

I once wrote a poem so sweet,
about the day that we did meet,
you were walking on the beach,
your beauty, into my heart, did reach,
walking the sand in your bare feet.

Apparitions floating,
in a saline sea,
glowing hyper-color,
simply adrift and free.

Armed tentacles,
search and reach and twist,
seeking out a meal,
to **** with nematocysts.

Dangerous beauty,
floating free,
somewhere in,
the deep blue sea.

clouds billow across
turquoise waters rippling
Caribbean rain storm

dripping pink sky smears
aquamarine accenting
designed by the sun

red tentacles reach
suction cups attached
the stuff of nightmares

lips pressed together
pheromones now exuded
lust is in the air

The sirens serenade on Anthemoessa.
their song, a neon sign to an open door.
death waits, for those who enter.

The punch is gone,
the party slowly degenerates,
into a mass of naked forms,
on the floor.

Feeding, feasting,
moans and groans,
pure pleasure in a pile,
bodies entwined,
human and animal.

We are all animals,
at our most basic,
seeking, pleasure,
finding it, wherever.

The writhing mass,
searches, licks, fingers,
*****, nibbles, penetrates,
giving and receiving.

Drug and alcohol induced behavior,
has no rules,
only tries to please,
and to be pleased.

The frenzy continues,
as a maze of arms and legs,
and heads and torsos and tentacles,
squeal, scream, and spasm,
until all are fulfilled.

Sweat running,
grass coated,
as the last whirr winds down,
the smell of gas and oil.

The **** eater is still now,
everything trimmed,
the wife on the lawn tractor,
knocking down the rest.

The smell of oil and gas,
newly mown grass,
and the hum and whine,
of equipment makes for a clean yard.

My fire burns
In love and words
Never to be quenched
Until at last
The time has come
Everything and I am consumed

Coconuts and vines,
made technologically sublime,
can pick up radio signals, if assembled just so,
but never could build a microphone though.

So we could only listen from time to time,
even though I was in my intellectual prime,
perhaps I was distracted, by the girl next door,
or maybe it was the model, with beauty galore.

The monster seethes,
with pure rage,
twisting steel,
for my cage.

Lips parted,
a show of teeth,
rough and jagged,
like a coral reef.

I grin at him,
and give in,
to his love,
original sin.

I do this only,
to gain trust,
and to allow,
for bars to rust.

Sleeping now,
the monster lays,
loosened bars,
from their stays.

Squeezing through,
I will betray,
the trust I earned,
and slip away.

I run and run,
and I'm free,
emotions high,
it is jubilee.

Only here and now matter,
row your boat through life's dream,
other things are but a flavor,
on the travels down your stream.

Waiting for fate,
to fill your plate,
wasting your last breath,
while starving to death.

Things outside, start within the mind,
ideas swirl and combine,
into plans and things to build,
going forward, we never yield.

Her inner spark,
barely contained,
deep inside,
her beautiful frame.

A kiss on her lips,
feel her heat,
ignites my fire,
heart skips a beat.

Inside out light
from broken suns
surrounded by dark matter.

My mood is hollow
as the wind blows through
and whistles through my soul.

The inner music
somber tones
resonates in my bones.

A smile begins to creep in
as she walks in
and applies a balm to my sin.

In my mind a tapping,
in my chest a pain,
it becomes a rapping,
to accompany the rain.

The thunder of my heart,
strikes lightning in my toes,
I caused it to start,
better than any foe.

Twisting winds of destruction,
deep within my soul,
constantly changing my construction,
I am never truly whole.

A tidal surge of emotion,
warms me from inside,
my joints lubricate with lotion,
minty freshness in my stride.

A torsion twisting in my back,
mental sinkholes ******* sounds,
I am under full attack,
and cannot go to ground.

A generation raised,
only being praised,
never having to succeed,
just being handed gold trophies.

Participation ribbons,
despite the effort given,
no winner and no loser dealings,
because we might hurt their feelings.

Afraid of ideas and of words,
triggers, micro aggressions are absurd,
in need of a safe space,
think life is candy and lace.

No work ethic has been instilled,
expects the government to deal,
out the stuff they deserve,
the Constitution unpreserved.

Thin skinned crybabies now in charge,
destruction of the world at large,
everything, given on their plate,
we have created a nanny state.

Down the road, the creatures travel,
dragging feet kicking gravel,
moaning in a sugar high,
glucose headed toward the sky,
creators nerves, come unraveled.

Rattling bones,
like ringing phones,
as I am pursued at a run,
Shot, unaffected by my gun.

The bullets seemed to pass on through,
no flesh is there to reduce to stew,
no heart or lungs to destroy,
So I run from skeleton boy.

Homicidal thoughts,
to go with the knife you bought,
Put both back in the box,
or I am calling the cops.

Fear consumes my nightly dreams,
it comes in sweaty streams,
as the creatures roam behind,
the conscious thoughts of my mind.

The ridges of Tycho reach out,
through the miles and the nothing,
ancient dreams beckon remembrance.

Lakes of historic pasts flood,
drowning memories of today,
now reflecting on sister oceans.

Moods and tides,
pulling emotions to the side of madness,
as throaty howls ring out

Light mirrored shows only one side,
the other perpetually in darkness,
two sides of a coin, never flipped.

A calling in the fullness,
dynamic music plays in my ears,
a promise in the night.

A sly cheshire grin,
to fully blocking the sun,
when it's eye opens at the right time.

A foreboding,
a promise of growth,
and worshipped in the night

Way back in the East Texas pines,
out of Nacogdoches, one hell of a time,
temperature was pushing 103,
in the shade sitting has her hand on my knee.

Feet swing free from the truck tailgate,
Radio plays The Fireman by George Strait,
Naconiche creek, sings along nearby,
day starts to fade, not a cloud in the sky,

As the sun sets and crickets sing,
fireflies dance in the summer heat,
swirling stars, fallen from the sky,
hope this night lasts forever,
don't want to say goodbye.

Grab a beer from  the cooler, turn around and she's gone,
a trail of clothes towards the creek, I follow along,
the radio changes to big John Cash,
up ahead I hear a giggle and the sound of a splash.

She hollers out, I'm feeling wild and free,
boy kick off your boots and join me,
shedding clothes I dive in for a dip,
I come to the surface and find her lips.

The sun has set and crickets sing,
fireflies dance in the summer heat,
swirling stars, fallen from the sky,
hope this night lasts forever,
don't want to say goodbye.

Cooled off and wet, now tangled up in the truck,
Daft Punk and Pharrel sing a song about luck,
golden flecks from outside reflect in her eyes,
I've found the love of my life, I suddenly realize.

The night continues and crickets sing,
fireflies dance in the summer heat,
swirling stars, fallen from the sky,
hope this night lasts forever,
don't want to say goodbye.

Hope this night lasts forever,
don't want to say goodbye.

procrastination
should be my theme song it seems
deadlines work better

It’s the most important of the day
eat the fruit of the hens that lay
start with OJ, take a swig
how about the belly of a pig

Salted, smoked and sugar cured
pancakes with maple syrup poured
how about sausage seasoned with sage
it gets better with some age

Fried potatoes would be just fine
start the day great rise and shine
biscuits and gravy keeps you full
how about some apple juice, take a pull

Oatmeal, cream of wheat, malt-o-meal
the price is right what a steal
with butter and cinnamon what a treat
eggs benedict, you cannot beat

A loaded omelet is the best
especially with salsa from south west
tacos or burritos filled with the kitchen sink
wash it down with coffee to drink

Soup for breakfast, menudo's the one
top with Cilantro, will sell a ton
toast with Jelly, by the gram
so many flavors to choose of jam

Texas shaped waffles in the dawn
that’s one way to stifle a big yawn
up and at-em, was told by dad
was asleep, but won’t be sad

Cause its breakfast time

Eyelashes brushing naked skin,
raising thoughts of original sin,
prickled flesh and pleasant moans,
ruby lips with dulcet tones.

Breathing changing to a rapid pace,
fingers dance the edges of lace,
strings and clasps slowly untied,
only yes's will be cried.

Affirmations as I draw a line,
with my finger dipped in wine,
following it with a dripping tongue,
a mighty gasp, as if stung.

Shocked just like an electric spark,
neurons firing in the dark,
sending stimulations of pleasure
feelings to be always treasured.

Ozone zings my nostrils,
as I watch the angry storm approach,
a wall of falling silver is now visible,
it is consuming all it touches as it eases my way.

A blinding flash and a
clap of thunder rolls,
geosmin and petrichor
overwhelm my sense of smell.

The wind begins to run
through the mint and rosemary,
and pinon pine needles begin to fall,
a potpourri of sweet, herbal, and spicy.

Giant drops begin to fall,
splashing on my face,
I close the door on the storm,
to the smell of roasting chicken.

Parked north of town,
in the back of a truck,
hear the dairy heifers low
odor of manure on the wind
we watch the skies for UFO.

Population fluctuations
and oil is on the move,
Navajo refinery seasoning the air
is it boom or is it bust
main street strolling, we do not care.

Out west of town, way on out,
we go to our parking spot
on the breeze methane and sulfur scent
watching oil field flares dance
is how our night is spent.

FLETC trainees from all over,
flood Walmart and the bars,
floating as the evening falls
the smell of steaks at Adobe Rose
mixed with live music and the night bird calls.

South of town another spot
headed toward Brantley Lake
with thoughts of caves to explore
and roasting green chile smoke nearby
it starts with a kiss and always leads to more.

Friday nights at the bowl
the smell of blood and sweat,
halogen lights and screaming crowds
quaint downtown statues
vibrate it's so loud.

The smell of pinon and desert dust,
and the air is just a bit cooler,
we roam eastward toward Hope,
the mountains just a bit further now,
this is how we cope.

petals of crimson
powerful black seeds sprinkled
narcotic beauty

whipped to a froth
ooey gooey goodness
sizzle and pop

slowly heating
and firming
both sides

fluffy mounds
slowly drizzled
silky sweet syrup

my knife slowly penetrates
melting butter runs
I taste slowly

now running down my cheeks
sticky sweet deliciousness
I go back for more

Do you ever think at night,
what life would be without a fight,
all unicorns and shooting stars,
everybody driving Rolls Royce cars.

No boiling tears or searing pain,
never have a muscle strain,
no helmets or concussions,
everything an easy discussion.

Utopic dreams fill the screens,
everybody eating Bobby Flay cuisine,
just a path of ease and boredom,
so just let me forewarn you,
real life is not all champagne,
the truth is no pain no gain.

The struggles make us who we are,
without them, there is just no bar,
no goals to reach nothing to strive for,
no rivals or opponents to outscore.

This would breed union mentality,
I don’t need that in my reality,
I like drivers and winners,
the ones that want that chicken dinner.

Or maybe even something better,
looking to be the fast pace-setter,
be the one to summit the mountain top,
never ever looking to stop.

Work ethics are dead,
all our feet turned to lead,
we reward mediocrity,
this is simply an atrocity,

Utopic dreams fill the screens,
everybody eating Bobby Flay cuisine,
just a path of ease and boredom,
so just let me forewarn you,
real life is not all champagne,
the truth is no pain no gain.