Enter room
Look around
There is a ring
on the ground

Pick it up
Pocket it
There is also
A rose to get

Go north
Into a room
A mirror is there
Reveals a groom

Go east  
and you find
A church full
The preacher minds

He says do you
She says yes
Suddenly you are
eaten by a grue

Hot steam
mist like a dream
fogs the door and mirror

Skin, excited
rises delighted
from soapy touches

Water drips
from swollen lips
in the steaming shower

Emotions flood
engorged with blood
from the stimulation

Lips meet fast
hot water blast
sending passions higher

Slip and slide
grip and glide
the collision quickens

All our troubles
float in soapy bubbles
away in fulfillment

Night disturbed
by calling birds
in a cacophony
as stars twinkle brightly
I sit lost in the night

Orion stands guard
Perseus as well
Taurus and Lepus, graze
Auriga rides nearby
Castor and Pollux, Gemini shines

Streaking shooting stars
satellites drifting in their orbit
green and red lights
of the occasional plane
season the heavens

All these high above
while we watch
in the darkness
lost in the universe
that we can see

Shadows Deep on the pine straw
the smell of turpentine with every step
summers full moon glow lights the way
the sound of feet scurry just out of sight

Uphill now, heart is thumping chest is tight
breaths come in deep gasps
straps dig into my shoulders
as I top the summit

Flickering light visible through underbrush
a soft vibrant humming, in the distance,
the outline of a small cabin emerges
a campfire burns, the smell of oak smoke

Dancing in a ring and still humming
porcelain white skin, glowing from the moon
orange hair, made more so by the fire, tossed
naked ******* bounce in time to each step

Sweat flows from the summer and the fires heat
and the exertion of her dance
I sit watching, trying to catch my breath
but it is taken away by her beauty

I pick up a stick and snap it
her head comes up in my direction
a wicked smile upon her face
as she attempts to pick me out of the shadows

Her dance and song change pace
slow and sensual now
as her hands explore her body
and attempt to tease me out of hiding

I slowly and silently creep around
to the other side of the cabin
all the while her dance is focused
becoming more suggestive in the other direction

With a disappointed smile, she stops
and thinks, maybe it was just a deer
she slinks towards the outdoor tub
full of ice cold, snowmelt stream water

I am already there, naked, laying behind
I watch her feet approach
through the clawfeet of the tub
and wait, silent and breathless

She slips into the water with a gasp
skin tightens and ******* *****
I reach up and stroke her skin
she startles and smiles, as I slip in with her.

The water boils with our heat

I watch as the sun sets
ceramic shadows cast
on the valley
waiting to be shattered

The headlights shine
dispersing darkness
caliche road
shines like a porcelain dream

Rolling gravel sparkles
quail and cottontails
scatter on my approach
jackrabbit zig zags in front of me

Starlight now
primordial night
the animals prowl
ancient memories sparked

Nights power prompts
fear, excitment and lust
my awareness drifts
becoming one with the night

Gobbler turkey thrums
Red throat, feathers spread, he struts
Another spring dance

Click, click, click, click
the everyday sounds of life going slow
climbing and climbing most days
then a bit of a stop as life plateaus

Then life changes
throws you a curve
the bottoms drops out
and steals your breath as you swerve

Be it love or death
new jobs, baby's birth
a move to some place new
and then some loops in self worth

Or sometimes stops
and runs in reverse
you feel de ja vu
and sometimes that's worse

And then it slows down
your tired and out of breath
and gets toward the end
then it stops, and time for death

The highs and lows
flash before your eyes
you relive the laughs
and some of the cries

Then its over
there is simply no more
the lap bar opens
and you head for the door

The gates are ahead
and the amusement is done
you pass the torch
to other someones

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

Golden tail showing
Eyespot above the water line
Cast bait, hopefully

Twitch the line, lure moves
Attention gained, tail twitches
Propels forward fast

Explosion, water splash
Lure swallowed, fight has begun
**** on line, hook sets

Drag is whining loud
Reel engaged, brace for impact
Hang on tight, hard pull

The rod is half bent
Creaks in pain from the straining
Stiffens now, fights back

Retrieve the slack, reel
Wind in the line against wrath
Fish begins to tire

Waist deep in waders
Gold color under water
Glides close, trophy caught.

Camera out, smile
Trophy lifted, photo done
Freedom, fish released

Blindfolded
naked
she sits in
complete darkness

Goosebumps raise
warm breath blows
fingertips trace
ears whispered in

A wet trail starts at her knee
the cold explores her body
shoulders and spine
the curve under breast

The ice is replaced
by smoking hot softness
moving around *******
and inside elbows

Faster now
legs parted
petals explored
breathing faster

And then nothing
blindfold ripped off
she is all alone
her phone chirps, a text

Come outside to the pool!

Portobello mushrooms washed and gilled
sprinkle salt and pepper and a little dill
slice a chicken breast, into strips that are thin
bell peppers and onions, go on the grill with them

Chile powder, cumin and garlic, minced
against these flavors, there is really no defense
mental trip to Mexico, dining on the street
relive vacation through smells, isn't that neat

Sauté until the chicken is just cooked through
put this on the 'shroom, in a pan with a little brew
on the top sprinkle a large amount of cheese
cheddar, or mont'y jack, whatever kind you please

Pop this in the oven at 350 degrees
ten minutes, the smell will begin to tease
you will know its done, when the cheese is golden brown
put it on a plate, pour a margarita, and chow down.

The smell of cows and feed
blow in from the north
the cool winds soothe
after the heat of summer

Days begin to get shorter
animals begin stocking cache's
moving quickly back and forth
searching for quick meals

Changing of birds
White wing and Mourning dove
Ducks and geese of all kinds
migrate through to the south

Sandhill cranes,
honk loudly
announcing their arrival
and with them, the season changes

Summer to Fall
and straight into winter
as the years go by
they do so faster and faster

Nothing is owed to you
by basic fact of life
everything has a price
love, time, respect, things

If you want these then you must work,
as they cannot be freely given
at least not forever
You must earn them

Be honest and true to the ones you love
It may require sacrifices on your part
To get respect, you must first show respect
You must sometimes place others above you

You would like to spend precious time
Then act so it behooves one to do so
Material things are.not wild fruit, free to pick,
must give your work, time, love and respect

The piper must always be paid
So be ready for the price
Nothing is free to you
So let it be done

a system destroyed,
binary stars exploded,
fifty-two fragments now circle,
swirling mass of confusion,
no identification possible.

two dim points of light,
swallowed by nebulae,
fluidly moving red, orange, yellow, green,
smeared in blue, indigo and violet,
perfection now unbalanced.

Negligees and lingerie
Enhancing beauty
Or in the way
Obscuring  the perfect
Sculpture of art
Or simply
Adding imagination
To our
Favorite parts?

Arousal inspired
By leather and lace
Like presents
To be unwrapped
On Christmas morn
Adding anticipation
And excitement
To already burning
Lust

10years in a barrel
aging up just fine

I will have my scotch
you can drink your wine

Earthy peaty goodness
Scotland's where its made

I enjoy it and a cigar
while sitting in the shade

I will drink it on the rocks, but prefer it neat
40 bucks for my self is quite a treat.

Merlot lips, promises sugary sweet
My candy girl invites with a treat
Her skin a study in creamy perfection
With her cherry lollipop, she gives direction

A music conductor with her baton
Directing my tongue hither and yon
Her natural flavors mingled with cherry
Saccharine sweet she is confectionery

Sticky and sweet loving complete
Into the shower to make us all neat
Washing and rubbing start a fire
Electrocuting each other, sparks from a wire

It is amazing what a Lollipop can do
Sweet little treat for me and for you
How many licks does it take to be gone
As many as possible just follow along.

In a half moon hollow,
down a gravel road,
at the base of a
verdant green mountain.

Turkey call alarm clock,
putt-putt-putt, from the trees
towards the top of the mount;
echoes down the valley.

Caw! caw! the raven calls,
flying high over head;
Hmmmmmmmmmmm,
as the humming bird zooms by.

The steady dribble of water,
piped into a trough;
from a welling spring,
located high up above.

A pair of mule deer,
ease across the dry creek
and road, just down
from where the camper sits.

.  

Belly rubbing music in the que
everyone is ready, not just a few
after songs, no one on the floor
Mr. D.J. why play  more

Look around, at buckles and boots
cowboy hats,  get back to roots
play some George, Strait or Jones
let the music inspire their bones

Charlie Daniel's fiddle fire
Spinning two step it does inspire
Or how about Copperhead road
line dancing, empty chairs load

Rocky mountain jeans stretched tight
Cowgirls dancing, what a sight
Keep them out there on the floor
how about some Justin Moore

Slow it down, let them breathe
some Willie Nelson, is what you need
and when it's time to drink a beer
play  stuff, no one wants to hear

Then come back with Jerry Reed
Waylon and Merle is what you need
and when you want them all to sing
Friends in low places, the dance will ring

So look around and know your crowd
then you'll know, what to play real loud
In rural areas, club stuff don't work
Play us all some good red dirt

A black mist of wings
circle, dive, flying
a dance up in the sky
choreographed by natures high
and executed passionately slow
by the birds liquid flow

Lips moistened
brown sugared sweetness imparted
with lick of her tongue
kisses prepared

she will have her way
in that negligee
sheer and barely there
my emotions ensared

slowly peels it away
I sit and stare
ramrod straight
ready to share

here she comes now
its her rule of law
I cannot wait
for sugar in the raw

molasses high
as my blood sugar climbs
devour her syrup
as it continually drips

******* sweetness
I give it to you
you coaxed it from me
I'm no longer blue.

There is something refreshing about the sea,
a renewing of the soul,
a reconnection to the earth,
a resetting of circadian rhythms.

The sounds of crashing waves,
the roaring of the wind,
the saline taste of the water,
and exfoliating grit of the sand.

Bright sun's warmth, tanning skin,
renewing vitamin D levels,
coconut butter lotions,
enhancing relationships with sol.

Laughter from overhead, as the gull's joke,
majestic brown pelicans riding the breeze,
clams digging back in after each passing wave,
jumping mullet splashes, and the dolphins breathe.

Flashing silver scales of mud minnows,
and quick eye-catching motion of mole *****,
the fear of the pinch of the blue crab,
terror of a shark bite or sting ray barb possibilities.

So much life at the land's edge,
to see, hear, feel, taste and question,
for those who have never been,
can never understand the primordial need.

moist folds,
pink origami,
a woman's blossom,
deflowered.

hot as hibachi,
my fingers burn,
with exquisite flavors,
tasted.

wanting more,
of what she has to give,
a veritable buffet,
sights and flavors.

salty and sweet,
tastebuds titillated,
all natural,
umami.

then bodies,
tangle and fold,
in living sculpture,
origami

You are, yin and yang,
two sides of a coin,
both frigid cold,
and fiery hot.

You fill me both,
with love and hate,
you know my thoughts,
yet you do not.

Buttons pushed
to irritate,
lips brushing neck,
to make-up.

Both sides,
is who you are,
but I love,
the one in the middle.

the real you,
the average of extremes,
the median of your thoughts,
that complete me.

Sand dollars strewn crazily
on the clear water bottom
a starfish slowly moves by
beach is covered with shells

Sting ray slithers by and buries
underneath the sand
a jelly floats away
tentacles reaching out behind

Mud minnows and sand fleas
ride the mini waves
up at the beach
swimming from kids with nets

A bottle nose dolphin cruises
just off the shore
occasionally blowing
a geyser of water in the air

Brown pelicans and kites
skim the water and the wind
wingtips dipping in the wave
waiting for a meal to appear

The hour glass is welded down
there is no spinning it around
the sand will pour out like rain
slowly falling grain by grain

The clock hands spin and spin
cannot be beat it always wins
calendar pages always turn
in my bones I feel it burn

Ocean waves slap the beach
eroding what is within its reach
youth it fades like the evening sun
don't waste today, have some fun

Drip me through your sugar cube
mix me up with water
I am a vigorous spirit
I smell of herbs and black licorice

I have been pursued by the famous
Van Gogh, Gaugin, and Toulouse-Latrec
I have been consumed by Wilde and Hemingway
stimulating greatness

Then one day, forced into the shadows
fluttering in the darkness
still influencing those in authority
but in back alleys and closed parties

But today I am back out front
actors and leaders are my fans
impressive display of fire and water
as I am taken once more with gusto

Her curves were real
And made of steel
she jogged along the path
I watched her pairs and did the math

Mint green t, V-neck, super tight
Shorts so short I could see daylight
Arreola hints and could cut glass
Couldn't decide where to stare, **** or ***

Then she looked and smiled at me
Infatuating blue eyes and bright white teeth
Celestial nose, with a turned up tip
Short red hair and pouty lips

She said hello, and jogged away
I went back the next day
She wasn't there never again seen
I suffer each day from what might have

You can go back home,
leave my, America well enough alone,
we liked it when it all made sense,
now politically correct, dumb and dense.

If you love from where you came,
then stay there and play your game,
don't try to change us to your way,
it's already happened to much today.

We love our flags and heritage too,
you're the one that came, go home if it offends you,
we like bacon and chicken and lots of beef,
if it bothers you, go ahead and leave.

We like our beaches with bikini-clad girls,
I'm not sorry if that rocks your world,
we like beer and lots of whiskey,
makes us feel good and women frisky.

We like our women to be seen and heard,
you cannot cage her, she's a free bird,
if your offended and I'm sure you are,
get out, hop a plane, truck or car.

We pray to god and Jesus h Christ,
we say merry Christmas, let our lights shine bright,
we speak English and use dollar bills,
watching football gives us a thrill.

If the bottom of our foot or our left hand,
bothers you then you can leave our land,
we wear shoes and use toilet paper,
we don't condone *** with little boys either you *****.

Don't come here and expect free ****,
stay at home, **** your momma's ***,
black, white, red, yellow or brown,
if you love this country, you can stay around.

But quit trying to change our ways to your countries stuff,
we are tired and had just about enough,
so if you want us to conform, don't even try,
just pack your ****, don't even say goodbye.

Portobello mushrooms, I use them all the time
No matter how topped they always taste just fine
From cream cheese and crab to chicken fajita
No matter what you just want to eat ‘em

Philly beef cheesesteak, they’ve also been topped
So many possibilities, I’ll never stop
Bleu cheese and steak makes a hell of a filling
Portobello themed restaurant, I’d make a killing

Chicken Alfredo, or coconut shrimp
How about spinach artichoke dip
Turkey and dressing or how about pulled pork
You’d want to eat those with your fingers or fork

Taco, or nacho, or enchilada
How it gets better, I got zip, zilch, and nada
Or I don’t know how about spinach frittata
You could go Greek, lamb, feta, and Kalamata

Mediterranean, flavored quinoa or couscous
So many options, man just turn me loose
Lemon pepper, scallops, or Oyster Rockefeller
Or Chicken Rice saffron, it would be yeller

At this point, I feel like Bubba from Forrest Gump
Going on about toppings, oh well over the ****
Buffalo Chicken or Asparagus turkey parm
Just about anything you can get at the farm

Goes great on a mushroom I think you can see
Most people wouldn’t, but, hey they’re just not me

In a room filled with glass and fire.
fantastic colored fluids to stare and admire.
Bunsen burners orange and blue flame .
Tubes that spiral around like a  game.

Steam and popping bubbles.
Brewing danger and trouble.
Potions here and potions there.
So many you lose all care.

Lavender, licorice and lilac.
Smells good, but the  liquids black.
Another red and shiny like a rose.
But it smells like piled compost.

On a table, glass tubes build a cube.
Just like a machine built by Rube.
4 places to pour liquids in.
Through the tubes they mix and spin.

A single spigot on the side.
Are you brave, open wide!
Pretty colors in the cup
Go ahead drink it up!
If you do, I'd like to see!
You are more brave than me.

Her kisses were of allspice,
her body was cayenne,
she smelled of clove and peppermint
eyes always followed where she went

Her hair was that of ginger,
with a pinch of mace.
Her eyes were kaffir lime
she swayed along in time

The music played along
as spicy as wasabi.
Her dress was annatto red
as she danced, no word was said

Fear's breath
exhaling ferociously
as I run.

Tight back alleyways
smelling of trash
and death

Footsteps behind me
the spark of blade on brick
causing terrifying shadows

Stop
hide in the shadows
try to calm

There he is
passing by me
10 inch blade in hand

Suddenly he stops
and turns back
the knife raises

A rat rushes out from beside me
followed by a black cat
his eyes follow them into the alley

His white teeth reflect
a sickening grin
as he turns and walks away

I wait, till I am sure he is gone
stepping out of the shadows
I look

Alone
I quickly back track
I see the open road ahead

One more side alley
to pass and home
free

The moon has risen
lighting the alleys mouth
he steps from around the corner

Terror in silhouette
blade glinting
I scream

And then nothing
silence
except for the dripping

Of blood onto the ground
as the last breath is gasped
and he falls, in front of me

Rescued
but how?
I look down

His knife is in my hand

Black and lace
smile on my face
emotions lit
pants no longer fit

scooping neckline
cleavage is fine
skirt cut up high
excited by view of thigh

French maid to clean
has made me long and lean
sparkling clean and dripping spit
now my turn to clean your bits

Camouflaged Jack Frost infiltrated covers,
worming into the bed in a military crawl,
starting at my feet he slowly creeps in,
even slithering into my socks.

Slowly up my legs, he oozes,
eventually sapping all my heat,
I toss and turn and turn and toss,
but that just gives him more room.

I get up to free myself from his icy grip,
headed to the thermostat on the wall,
pressing the screen to increase the temperature,
the fan icon spins, but the real one doesn't turn.

Tripped breaker, Mother Nature wins,
I bundle up to go do battle outside,
the wind batters me as flurries fall,
I pry open the icy breaker box.

Icecicles fall, threatening my toes,
like ***** traps set for me,
a pile of snow falls off the house,
and down my collar, as winter fights.

But I win the battle this time,
I flip the tripped switch and the heat kicks on,
slipping and sliding back into the house,
the war continues outside.

Gauche is hiking down
Through tangled red forest on
Venus mons, prize waits

The land parts widely
The spring is already running
anticipation

Gauche lingers on rise
The ground trembles in want
Gauche travels downhill

The canyon is slick
The walls quiver joyously
A cave is ahead

Gauche is tempted by
His brother calls from uphill
Wait, the ground growls loud

Droit has found a peak
He wishes to explore in
distance another

Gauche climbs back to rise
Lingers there, Droit makes summit
The ground hums in joy

Labbra arrives climbs
Other peak, breathes heavily
Sups on dew at peak

Gauche returns to cave
Enters, earthquake, happens now
Labbra devours

Droit clings to the peak
Gauche darts in and out of cave
Labbra hikes downward

Gauche climbs to peak which
Labbra left, he continues
Down the valley, thirst

Labbra reaches rise
Rests here for a while, ground squirms
Moves toward the cave

More quakes begin now
Droit and Gauche squeeze and cling tight
Labbra drinks at spring

The ground quiets down now
The brothers leave for now
Knight appears, sword drawn

Knight approaches cave
Sword drawn, he enters, ground moans
The brothers return

Labbra meets his match
Further to the north, agape
Entwined they join

Peaks reoccupied
The brothers Knead the ground
The cave closes in

Knight attacks with sword
The ground squeezes tight
Sword plunges faster

The ground erupts then
The sword breaks and leaks, cave fills
All leave now to sleep

Epic ecstasy
Contented dreams occupy
The minds rest renewed.

Now gather around and listen to this
This is something that you don’t want to miss
A song about, fishing, shooting and hunting deer
I imagine we will mention some beer

Might even talk about whiskey and coke
Forty creek and Seven and maybe a smoke
Might quote the Doors, and even The Who
Ask, WWJD, What would Jed do

Well since you ask its time to cast
A top water out and work it back fast
Zara ***** on an ABU 5500C3
St. Croix rod as good as it can be

Fishing some pads on the south side of Fork
Waiting to set the hook, and reel with some torque
10 pound bass, explodes on my lure
Up from the depths, an attack that’s pure

Count to 3 set the hook in her lip
She comes up, tail walks and backflips
Pulls lots of drag, it’s a hell of a fight
But I’m gonna win, try as she might

Tournament lift into the floor of the boat
Make my buddy take my picture, while I gloat
Post it to Facebook, not telling how many likes
Its chorus time now, gonna sing in the mic

My buddies and me, man we love the outdoors
Say let’s go and listen for the slamming doors
Gear being loaded and Pickup trucks crank
Gravel flies down the drive, hear it click and clank
Off the fenders and bumper we’re on the way
Boys with toys headed out to play

This time though were at the caliche pit
Shooting pistols and talking ****
Brought every gun in the arsenal to shoot
12 gauge muzzle on the toe of my boot

Hollering pull, let the clays fly
From over my head they whizz by
Draw a bead and slap the trigger
Next guy in line is really eager

Clay turns to dust, he is out of luck
It’s still my turn, so he’s stuck
I finally miss and its on to the next
Pull out the .50 muscles flexed

Way down range bucketful of water explodes
Underneath it the grass and dirt erodes
One shot one **** those rounds cost
Out come the AR’s, everyone’s bossed

Shoot a few more rounds, its getting dark
Loaded it all back up in the truck that’s parked
Get it all on home, its dinner time
Give my wife a kiss, man is she fine
White tail stew and some home fries
Had a good time hanging out with the guys

My buddies and me, man we love the outdoors
Say let’s go and listen for the slamming doors
Gear being loaded and Pickup trucks crank
Gravel flies down the drive, hear it click and clank
Off the fenders and bumper we’re on the way
Boys with toys headed out to play

Its November, and you know what that means
Headed to the lease in my camo jeans
Up in the morning, out to the stand
13 inches wide is what the state demands

Binos around my neck, 270 leaned
In the corner of my stand, hear the corn fling
Feeder went off like mornings alarm
Grab the rifle throw it up on my arm

Muzzle out the window, not long to wait
9 point buck and his cute little date
My freezer is empty, time to refill
They finally line up and stand still

One shot two kills, both through and through
My buddy call, asks, hey was that you
I tell him yes, and we have work to do

Rack was so big, didn’t need a ruler
Deer all quartered, cleaned and in the cooler
Time for a cigar, and some Whiskey and coke
Sit around and celebrate enjoy the smoke

Steak on the grill, fire burning in the pit
Buddy says this is the life isn’t it
I just nod and take another sip
He nods back sticks in a dip

Morning comes pack it up and go
Back to the house where the love flows
For the wife and kids and the **** dog
Its where I am the boss hog
Make time for your family and friends
You just never know when it will end

My buddies and me, man we love the outdoors
Say let’s go and listen for the slamming doors
Gear being loaded and Pickup trucks crank
Gravel flies down the drive, hear it click and clank
Off the fenders and bumper we’re on the way
Boys with toys headed out to play

The  sky  once  turned  purple  and  grey
untold  billions of them streamed  by  
due  to  the  ignorance  of  man  
they  no  longer  fill  the  sky  

hunted  them  to  extinction  
for  fun  ,  food  and  as  a  pest  
what  once  was  very  common  
they  have  all  been laid  to  rest  

How  could  there  be  so  many  
and  now  not a  single  one  flies
hopeful  man  has  learned  
or  one  day  it  will  be  our  cries

Quails in a covey
Hide under cover of brush
Flush unsuspecting

The bodachs gather
I'm feeling odd
something is about to happen
my face maintains a calm façade

Dangerous intentions
build within
mortal coil
glows with sin

The winds of change
have blown by
none of them
hear the cry

Lightning strikes
blinds the eyes
exploding diamonds
cut cosmic ties

Swirling evil
spirals around
most of us
never hear it's sound

Clairvoyants scream
on its approach
it smiles with guile
has no reproach

In the melee
that ensues
some watch TV,
magazines perused

Oblivious too
the worlds ills
surf the web
relax and chill

On the search
pokémon found
between dead bodies
on the ground

The smell of rot
hangs in the air
they ignore
screams of despair

As buildings fall
in jihad plans
there seems no-one
willing to stand

IEDs explode
as bullets fly
the ones that do
destined to die

Clinton murders
Trump enslaves
founding fathers
squirm in their grave

Casting lies
sweet treat bait
see who swallows
reeled to their fate

Bought and sold
souls highest bidder
as we head
toward nuclear winter

It's just as well
there's no repair
a few will survive
the truth and dare

Tracks of tears
cut through the dust
but nothing prevents
our moral rust or unquenchable lust

Damaged goods
at first breath
poisoned from
mothers breast

From the ashes
a few will climb
some will think
they are divine

Switching gears
from pain to love
one will fly
like Noah's dove

What that olive branch
may turn out to be
I guess we'll watch
and wait and see

Reality ripped open
a chasm with no bottom
******* in the ether
and essence of
the here and now

Dimensional depths
there is no drain
we swim along
the ancient flow

A volcanic eruption
of time streams
spewed out the backside
of the singularity

Creating new dimensions
new realities
new lines of thought
and multiple.possibilities

Just above her treble cleft
is a place I love to go
silky smooth skin
with electrolytic glow

A well placed kiss
causes eruption upon the skin
goosebumps raise
and a gasp drawn in

5 o’clock shadow beard
rubbed across this place
will result in prayers to god
and fists clenching lace

Glistening with excitement
slick and smooth with the flow
my ticket has been purchased
speed up, no longer time for slow

Enveloped in the velvet
slipping in and out
lost in rhythm and flow
glorious gasps and shouts

Friday afternoon trying to get home.
On down this dusty road, I must roam.
Barstools and Banjos on the radio.
Moccasin Creek kicking hick-hop flow.

Windows down in my pick-up truck.
Behind this 18 wheeler I am stuck.
Heavy traffic on the oil field road.
Off till Monday, I'm furloughed.

Pretty wife and a couple kids.
In the front yard on my cooler lid.
It’s full of beer and the charcoals hot.
To grill some redfish I had caught.

Couple months ago in the bay.
Gonna be one hella buffet.
Friends are coming with *** luck.
Ready to grill this corn in the shuck.

Beer is flowing and the food is good.
Send the kids to start gathering wood.
Bonfire burning and were feeling great.
Sitting around on an old milk crate.

All of a sudden the cops show up.
Their off duty just want to fill a cup.
Laughing and talking old times.
Feeling this good ought to be a crime.

All of the kids have gone to sleep.
I pray this great feeling, I can keep.
Pretty wife and I, are headed to bed.
Make a little love and rest our heads

Waffle-like prints in the sand,
maple syrup sun pours across the land,
sunrise beach bulldozed clean,
sandhill dunes growing green.

Opalescent sheen of mother of pearl,
old oyster shells spin and whirl,
the waves come in with a slap,
seagull wings beat and flap.

Sand dollars here, but no change,
the crab runs sideways it's quite strange,
bottlenose dolphin swims right by,
the sun climbs higher in the sky.

Jelly fish, opaque blue balloon,
sandpipers squeak out a tune,
colored clams exposed with every wave,
they dig in fast like crawling in a grave.

No longer alone as the day begins,
kites now fly in the onshore wind,
parents and children, with frisbees and nets,
picnics to come and skin surfing I'll bet.

I counted the freckles in her face
and those proceeded down her neck,
the few remaining faded into her chest,
where the sun rarely shined.

The white linen she was covered with,
a stark contrast to her red hair,
rising slowly up and down,
I lay watching her breathing.

Eyes moving behind eyelids,
caught in the midst of a dream,
I know they are blue,
and I wonder what they see.

The golden sun breaches the window,
a ray directly in her eyes,
a sleepy sigh from her lips,
as she rolls to her other side.

I rise and move,
the coffee brews,
as we begin another day.
together.

Out in the wild
Stream trickles through the field
I continue to hike, I will not yield.
Stop for a bit, sandwich bite, onion mild

Continue on to a spot I know
Hiking on with my pack
Sweating, almost there though, oh my back
Nobody but me has been there though.

Approach so I don't cast a shadow
Pack down, gear unpacked, rod assembled
Line fed, leader tied, tippet and fly, mayfly resembled
couple of back casts out into the meadow

Cast made, fly lands, begins to float downstream
Into the eddy, as it swirls across smooth stone
something eases to the surface looks at the fly, clear water shone
Life is good, water trickles, standing in the sunbeams

No bite, the line whips back
different landing spot
Middle of the day its hot
Fly floats into the shade of black

Strip line back a few times
allow the fly to swirl into the shade
huge splash the fly has paid
The price and tightens the line

Lift the rod, keep the line tight
strip a time or two, reel quick
Trout runs, stay out of the sticks
Fish landed, I win the fight

Into the creel, dinner tonight
walk aways down the stream
Look in the water for a flash and a gleam
Cast again looking for a fight

Creel full of trout
gutted and clean
hike back, keen
for dinner and a stout.

Jimmy Jack
and Pammy Pack
got together
and hit the sack

Jimmy packed Pam
and Pam jacked Jimmy
the bed was rocking
and starting to shimmy

The bed collapsed
organs prolapsed
a shout rang out
****** at last

Murderous thoughts and deeds
once loose, likely breeds
causing pain for victim and witness
testing, physical and mental fitness
Full moon, no hint of breeze
dreadful odor, stifle a sneeze

Peeking around the corner I seek
source of the smell, that sickly reek
hooded man, a plain white van
dumping bodies in the dumpster can

It floats in the air
I dare not stare
Oh lord

I hide, and dare not retch
I just might be a victim next
quickly van pulls on the street
did not look, an 18 wheeler meet

It floats in the air
I dare not stare
Oh lord

Through the flames, I see eyes plead
I am inclined to let him burn and bleed
quickly paying for his sins
throwing bodies in trash bins

smell of death replaced with smoke
I light one up, take a ****
Listening for sirens, song
Cops on way, it won't take long

Report the bodies and the crash
the culprit is already ash
was I wrong not rendering aid
I hope my soul I did not trade

It floats in the air
I dare not stare
Oh lord

Pastel palette paints the evening sky
as the rush hour traffic flies by.
Lemmings on the run,
do they notice the setting sun?

Brush strokes in orange and blue,
colors the sky in gorgeous hues.
The light posts, hold up the canvas
much like the shoulders of the god Atlas

Verdant green trees, silhouetted in black,
caress the sky, above the highways track.
The sign up says ahead my exit looms,
when I get home the primrose will bloom.

Out of the traffic, just a sliver of light,
a fading gem of the day, glowing bright
I watch it as darkness fall with no fright.
Then it winks out as day says goodnight