Death propped up by lines and hopes
The fiddler plays despite docs dope
Say goodbye is his song
The inevitable won't take long

Deaths shroud, flutters in time
It's your last call, use the dime
As scrubs fade away, and doves appear
The fiddlers music becomes crystal clear

A solid beep, underscores his chords
A brief replay of life's awards
He leads me off, at a parades pace
It seems I've come, to the end of the race

Lines are cut, and the shroud covers
He embraces me, like a long lost lover
The music stops, have arrived at fate
Just outside, a rusty fence and gate

Oozing tears
from dry ducts
brought on by
words and fear

Indeed they are always here
but you must control, them far and near
keep them at mental arms reach
they are yours so learn to teach

Whip in hand and a chair
tame them like lions, if you dare
or submit to them to be devoured
if you let them overpower

Deeds are much more telling
words are but ideas out of mouths
or poured onto paper and screens
actions based on those words
truly tell the tale

we all feel
sometimes we heal
but not always

Ashes hang in the air
light halos glow
not a whiff of wind
it would help if it would blow

Swings sag silently
not one moves
no children's laughter
lightens the mood

a layer of soot
clothes the ground
all is quiet
not a single sound

I hear my breathing
in my hazmat gear
as I look around
for survivors in fear

I haven't found any
not a single one
its hard in the dark
days since we've seen the sun

Asteroids burn up in the atmosphere
just as my love burns hot with you
leaving streaks of love across my heart
a visible trail, in the form of a smile

Gleaming silver sidewalks,
as the sun goes on down,
I walk alone feeling blue,
through the streets of town.

A beat forming in my mind,
as traffic chugs right along,
chiming railroad crossing,
adding to the cities song.

Mood improving as I stroll,
the bridges seams lay down a beat,
my head bobbing up and down,
this music is such a treat.

A little swagger in my step,
I do a spin through puddles, splash,
cement truck grinding round,
manhole cover like cymbal's crash.

The music's there all the time,
you just have to choose to see,
and when you do, you will find,
it will set your spirit free.

Crystal clear connections,
thoughts within thoughts,
transmitted across miles,
sharing abilities and ideas.

Feelings and emotions,
passion, anger, excitement,
sadness, hate, rage,
all combined in shared minds.

The hive, the cluster,
an uncomfortable inclusivity,
a sacrifice of the self, and privacy,
but better than being alone.

One truly is the lonliest number,
whether in person,
or with silent thoughts,
the voices keep us from being so.

But not everyone can hear,
some choose to ignore,
but evolution is possible,
embrace the others.

Spicy sweet
peppermint
honey and lemon
hot tea

Melted butter
froth forms
stirring until
a whirlpool

2 fingers bourbon
added now
to calm the head
and soul

Bring peace to the night
or at least for a while
of the tortured one
afflicted with the cough

The star's burn until they nova,
after hot brilliance for billions of years.
Minutes matter little in the cosmos,
particularly in the beginning.

The expanding egg-shaped universe
is actually an illusion, a hologram,
in two dimensions, projected.
Is it simply a construct of an alien brain?

Black holes destroy everything,
or do they?
Does life in some other iteration,
get extruded into another dimension?

Huge amounts of emptiness,
occupied by dark matter,
fill the void between.
Gravity occasionally destroys due to encroachment.

The clock ticks down from the big bang,
is there an end? Will it all reverse?
Will there be a giant collapse?
Only time and space will tell

Flying through branches and leaves,
dodging evergreen and hardwood trees
ruffling feathers and riding the breeze
looking and searching out, nuts and seeds

On four-toed feet, I swoop in and land
dig through the litter, tossing leaves and sand
in the distance I hear the call from my band
I call back, and wait, patient, here I stand

The ****** flies in, 10 members strong
they came in response to my gathering song
a campsite is near, to raid it is wrong
its what we do, they'll not be gone long

Gathering shiny baubles, and things to eat
hipsters leave laying great tasty treats
granola, fruit and organic bits of meat
even some bread, you bet its whole wheat

We ransack the camp, it's rarely a bore
when the campers return, they will be sore
all out of food, they'll have to go to the store
we caw and fly, but do not say, nevermore!

Sunset falls, darkness
ghouls, goblins emerge to play
evil sugared highs

The voices keep me company
in my mind we enjoy tea
blueberry scones and butter
sandwiches of fluffernutter

We discuss politics politely
pinky raised in the air, so slightly
we discuss religion, so sweet
in our pockets, knives gripped with heat

Thoughts of women, good and bad
One voice sings, softly, so sad
Another screams above the crowd
horrible, things, screeches so loud

The voices keep me company
in my mind we enjoy tea
blueberry scones and butter
sandwiches of fluffernutter

In the sea of my mind
thoughts drift, afloat
Cerebrospinal fluid waves
Ripple across

Neuron sails billow
In the idea winds
Tacking occasionally
When steered

Pirates roam these waters
Distracting and hijacking
Destroying and pillaging
Keeping them from fruition

Colorful
Hilarious
Financial
Existential

So many thoughts
A regatta to manage
In the minds marina
On race day

Screams, blood curdling draw instant attention!
Attention is the last thing you want!
Want is what drives you to do the things.
Things, a description of most anything.
Anything in this case its a large sharp knife.
Knife, razor edged  the tool that you use.
Use to instill, fear, control and intimidate!
Intimidate and scare the target!
Target is a young blonde woman.
'Woman helplessly alone'
Alone in a parking lot, maybe alley?
Alley yes! Quite dark and lonely'
Lonely, is a cold and daunting feeling
Feeling that you have and try to empty
Empty into the ether of space and time
Time, continually ticking, is of the essence.
Essence, the lifeblood you need.
Need to gather with the knife!
Knife the woman in the alley!
Alley from which come the screams!!

Evening rain
moon sparkles
outside the barn
sensual sky inspiration

Strip tease
soaking wet
pants and *******
peeled off in a dance

Bra undone and removed
from the arm of my shirt
wet white linen
hides nothing from his eyes

Unbuttoned it slowly
revealing his prize
farmers tanned *******
perked by cooling rain

Muscled buttocks
beg for a smack
step up in the chair
and ride it to the ground

On my knees
Frisbee my hat
in his direction
naked he approaches

Excited and ready
I can tell, he is unzipped
my mouth awaits
dripping in the rain

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.

Patchouli smoke curls towards the ceiling
a glowing ember above the incense holder
the paisley print duvet covers me
as I pick out patterns in the texture

A name on the tip of my lips
yet it doesn't come to me
just a vision of red hair
clouded in sangria memories

The smell of pancakes
overwhelms the room
maple syrup sweetness
as she enters with a tray

Ginger haired goddess
wearing nothing but an apron
a sunrise smile, of pearly whites
an angel in the morning sun's glow

Velvet lips press to mine
images of the previous night
flood my memory banks
and a smile spreads on my face

Have I died and gone to heaven?
her giggle is beyond contagious
she tells me to eat
I watch a vision and apron strings swing

She returns, her plate in hand
and the glorious smell of coffee
we eat and drink in silence
with excited glances at each other

Finished, she turns pink in the cheeks
stands up, holds out her hand
and says, welcome to my house
what is your name, and please stay!

With wholehearted laughs,
she dives on top of me
and whispers her name in my ear
as I whisper mine back to her

A whispered breath
On her neck and ear
Goose bumps rise
Excitment perked
Lusts liquid flows

Lips press lightly
the base of her neck
A spinal road to follow
Loving words mumbled
Vibrate the skin
Creating an open invitation

Salivation and exploration
The mouths muscle extends
Searching for sweet nectar
Eliciting soft moans and hisses
Searching excitedly
Creating fist clenching bliss

Inspired inspirations
Follows deep exhales
As the mountain is descended
To sea level
Where it is now time
To ride into the sunset

The swirling sounds of white noise
rush into my senses, confusing,
neurons firing, I do not understand,
what they mean.

Inter-dimensional constructs
flutter past my eyes,
leaving streaking trails,
meteorites of imagination.

Cosmic expulsions,
solar flares,
set my magnetosphere
to glowing, moving colored lights.

Reaching out into the mist
spinning clocks and infatuation,
non-Newtonian fluid,
not quickly captured.

Experiences of the lifetime
flavor the person,
and pepper the interactions
with humanities whole.

Friday night, got a call from the boys
they want to go out and play with the toys
bows and guns, and rods and reels
and anything that gets steered with a wheel

Maybe toss some washers and drink a beer
I said, I don’t know, but I’ll be right here
worked all week, sort of tired I guess
just want to sit and not deal with the mess

Of packing up the stuff and hauling it out
sure don’t want to listen to all of the shouts
quiet evening, doing my favorite thing
sitting right here just breathing

Nothing
just nothing
it’s just what I need
sometimes it’s like being freed
from the hustle and bustle of everyday
I think it’s what I’m doing the rest of the day

Maybe tomorrow I’ll hang with the Guys
hooting and hollering the fun will arise
buddy said "here, hold my beer"
it’s about to be the story of the year
swinging off the tire and into the lake

Later on that evening eating a steak
hot off the grill and a potato that’s baked
stories are flowing and so is the *****
Sunday morning I’ll need to go back on my cruise

Of Nothing
just nothing
it’s just what I need
sometimes it’s like being freed
from the hustle and bustle of everyday
I think it’s what I’m doing the rest of the day

The sun melted my colors
and they ran
creating another
fantasy land

Pink mountains
and a yellow sea
a green fountain
and purple trees

Lost in puce
found in vermillion
never gets loose
costs a billion

Summer bronze skin
surrounds alabaster white
bikini tan lines
as she stands in front of the mirror

Just in from the pool
I can smell the chlorine
as I watch her undress
a whiff of coconut sunscreen

Ruby red ******* stand *****
In the air-conditioned flow
I caress her from behind
kiss her neck softly

Connect the dots with my tongue
I taste the summer salty sweat
a musky smell fills my nose
as her legs part

I naked too
now am extended
as I feel her wetness
from behind

Squeezing *******
and now at entry
the slick sensation
of loves fluids

*******
excitation
celebration
inebriation

Drunk in the ***** moment
as bodies merge
in passionate friction
as heat ignites

Cool shower water
calms us down
and keeps the flames
from combusting us

The smell of clean water
flowery soap
mixes with the aroma
of love in the air

Satisfied and showered
into the bed sheets
where it all starts again
in the smell of linen

In the silence find solace,
as it rarely lasts,
people come and go in this life,
find happiness where possible.

Grab hold of bits of light,
like catching fireflies glowing,
fleeting are the best days,
enjoy them while you can.

On the other days,
use them to know yourself,
to get thoughts in order,
and write your feelings.

These days, when looking back,
archived and stored,
in rhyme and verse,
may be great in hindsight.

Loving stares in her direction
whispers of my affection
longing kisses on her lips
my hands creep around her hips
squeezing her next to me
I love her so, I hope she sees

Dusted me with cinnamon kisses
awakened me in pure bliss
If she ever leaves
This I'd surely miss

Now she is gone

Lost in the minotaur's maze
I created for myself
dodging self incrimination
and what might have been

I run for the light at the end
only to discover it is not the exit
crashing once again into
memories of you
and what might have been.

(I was happy laying there)
(You picked me up, I thought you care)
In the pocket dropped inside
with other stones flat, round and wide

Walking around the lake shore
having fun, not any chore
(With my friends we go for a ride)
(We were selected, we think with pride)

A good flat spot, with good footing
where I can really plant and fling
(Hand comes I am selected)
(I wonder why I was elected)

Rock in hand I ready to fling
(I feel the fingers measuring)
Let it go watch it skip
(I bounce on waves and bite my lip)

(I come to a stop and start to sink)
20 times the best I think
(Down in the deep and darkness fall)
I am going to skip them all

( I have been here before)
(Many years of washing ashore)
So much fun skipping stones
(Well here I am all alone)

( I would drown if I needed breath)
( I wonder if this is like death)
I skipped them all I need more
(Guess Ill start my many year chore)

(To get back up on the bank)
If I get muddy mom will spank
( I guess the work is not a crime)
Got to go its dinner time

Hurtling through space and time,
but these thoughts not worth a dime,
just geometric shapes in a black and white,
but this jumble is quite a sight.

Running running, can't stop running,
something behind me just keeps coming,
so I run the parkour course with it's twists and turns,
looking for the resting spot as my muscles burn.

Jumping and climbing all the time,
from each shape and each line,
circumferences of the circle made,
leaping to the free floating Ray.

Now up the ramp of a triangle,
vaulting to the rectangle,
sprinting toward a massive gap,
now flipping and flying some arm swing *****.

Landing on the squares edge with a tumbled roll,
on the move once again, surprised that I'm still whole,
but the danger still lurks behind,. so onward I roam,
suddenly a dark barks and I wake in my bed at home.

Encountered memories
                     flash through my mind
                                         forming a basis
on how to proceed

A kiss is but a kiss
             but sometimes fraught with meaning
                                           and changes everything past it
for better or worse

No way to know
             so go ahead
                       pursed lips
ignite passion

Mornings light reveals an empty bed
                                   an answer to a question
                                                         hope springs eternal
even if it sets us up

In free fall, emotional spiral,
                 toward the spinning singularity
                                                 headed off by a smile
and a giggle

A robe wrapped thing of beauty
                                   comes back in the room
                                                       with two cups of coffee
and the glue for my emotions

Am I like a credit card,
my mind the magnetic strip,
or are my memories more,
like a pin and chip.

To access me you need the code,
and it's a secret after all,
if you guess poorly,
its me you will have to call.

Don't try to read my mind,
it's locked up tighter than a vault,
if you get stuck trying,
it's really not my fault.

So imagine if your stuck
just trying to get inside,
if I let you in the madness,
you may well lose your mind.

So stick to what I post,
that's free for all to see,
I keep that other stuff locked up,
to protect your thoughts from me.

As my third eye opens
what had been seen is truly revealed,
normal people sitting side by side,
with demons that are unseen, yet felt,
as no one enters their location.

Some people glow, an angelic light,
others the raw and oozing black of pestilence,
true nature revealed, though some I wish I had not seen,
in normal sight, the truest beauty is underneath the ugliest,
dangerous and evil.

The soul ******* vampire in the corner,
tries to hide when she realizes she has been seen,
her veil of glamour no longer hides her true nature,
the man on her arm has no idea that he is being fed upon,
slowly, and surely she absorbs his life energy.

The one I try most to ignore, however,
sits on the seat next to me, as every day,
a friend, who doesn't know his true nature,
a sweet friend and husband and father,
who oozes red, and a ghostly knife resides in his hand.

I pray that he never uncovers his true nature,
and the human nurture wins out,
The witchy woman across from me is indeed as described,
she winks at me and grins a knowing smile.

Perfect evening  time of year,
let's go outside and drink a beer,
relax and watch the sun go down,
the lights come on, all over town.

Nothing going on this weekend,
think I'll invite all my friends,
have some drinks and just chill,
throw some steaks out on the grill.

In the morning hit the lake,
try to get passed this headache,
watching girls in bikinis,
shaking up ***** martinis.

Summer weekends are the best,
if I don't want to I won't get dressed,
sit in my chair and watch Netflix,
or maybe write some new lyrics.

Could go outside and mow the lawn,
take a nap, or stifle this yawn,
the choices are all up to me,
come on over, hang out an see.

Speaking of sea, lets hit the beach
it's far but not beyond our reach,
road trips are always the best,
let's give our stamina a test.

Whatever we do let's make it count,
weekend fun is always paramount,
cause Monday morning back to work,
let's hope my boss is not a ****.

Stylized initials on the wall
the smell of paint
and the hissing of the spray
as I walk upon the artist

Looking at the tag
I think this guy gets around
as I have seen his mark
on bridges, down alleys
and on multiple train cars

I can never quite make out
the curves and curly cues
the artist looks at me
with a with a mischievous grin

I ask what does it say
he says quest
instantly I can now see it
the artistry is evident

The q and u melded into one
the e and s on there sides stacked
and the cursive t
blues and greens and silvers

Outlined in red
and again in black
like old and new blood
flowing and dried

And the quest, I ask?
simply to live the art he says
and puts his earphones back in
and the bass thump takes over

Quest, graffiti on my alley dumpster
beautiful art
and a beautiful thought
till the city paints it over, dull gray

A crystal shard
from a distant star
slices through the grey
reflecting who we are

Sent here from deep in space
to seed and grow the human race
our descent from the formation of birth,
a blossom whose petals have no worth.

Floating in the ether, embryonic
elixir of life, waxing catatonic
from the beginnings primordial ooze
lightning strikes, and things begin to move

Evolution occurs in time
slow and steady, begin and refine
eons pass and life combines and tries
succeed and fail, cannot hear their cries

Feathers and fingers, eyes and ears
all transform as danger nears
tails and feet, claws and fangs
specialize in time for low fruit it hangs

Columbia river, shirt and pants
walking the flats in a sting ray dance
shuffle, shuffle, slide and step
is it silly, a little, yep

Casting a torpedo, searching trout or reds
out hungry, patrolling the edge of grass beds
long cast out to a floating log
reel and pop it, as it walks the dog

Nothings biting here but, its ok
I'm not at work, and I have all day
just being in the bay is lots of fun
soaking up the salt spray and the sun

Liberties taken daily
by governments in life
the pen flows for now
until it is censored in the night

Blackmail and extortion
seems to rule the day
If you are not down
then you cannot play.

Some jailed, others praised
for breaking the same laws
special treatment for some
is a major flaw.

Bought and paid for
through cash or through fear
to run a country this way
is a poor way to steer

The pain burns me
acid rain of life and love
a stain, newly formed on life's map
torn veins liquid
slowly drains

But not blood
in this flood
loves plasma
donated to the miasma
and lessons learned
we continue to yearn

Fourth of July

Its Fourth of July, doesn't matter what year,
Friends  heading over with coolers of beer.
Wife’s in the kitchen makes guacamole,
One look at her you think holy moly

God dang she’s hot; it’s just not fair,
My buddy walks up unfolds a lawn chair.
He sits down, and cracks a beer,
Hands me one, I said glad you're here.

His wife walks up, dessert in hand,
Radios playing, hey what’s that band.
He doesn't know, and it doesn't matter,
I crank it up, the wife hands me a platter.

It’s filled with chicken and shrimp with dill,
I look over charcoal's ready to grill.
Look down at the lake, kids are all swimming,
Splashing and smiling and jumping and grinning.

Washer pit is set up, ready to toss,
More friends arrive; I say what’s up hoss.
I look around, down the cove,
Neighbors getting ready for, a fireworks show.

His wife’s bikini, man it clashes,
Mix match top and bottom, but she's hot as new ashes
We’ll sit out, under the stars,
Oohing and ahhing over flashes and sparks.

When fireworks are over, we'll grab a drink,
Ice Cream and cobbler and try to think.
How this could get any better?
Friends wife walks up, I’m glad I met her.

She says its late, thanks for having them,
But she has a date, with my friend,
And when they get home,
It’s going to be their own, fireworks show.

Hear the horns in September
flights of fantasy to remember
the kalimba rings in the tune
as Jupiter crosses behind the moon

Trumpets blast a ready call
all get ready for the ball
a night of flavors to be had
songs written to destroy sad

Feel the beat from different places
pleasant vibrations in your spaces
sends you where you need to be
this kind of music sets you free

Curvy beats, that do inspire
experience Serpentine fire
shining star, take me away
these songs have much to say

Golden sphinxes in my mind
mental trip not hard to find
falsetto tones up in the sky
some so beautiful, make you cry

Floating aloft above the clouds
flown by scales and ***** of skin
wrapped in my warming shroud
kept aloft by something so thin

swooping now, toward the ground
sounds like we are rushing to our death
the castle is up ahead
I give the command for fiery breath

leveling out without a sound
guards on parapets, have no clue
orange flames come flying out
setting fires that burn bright blue

Another pass and its engulfed
stones begin to melt from heat just like the sun
like a pyroclastic flow of death
they all are on the run

I could easily get them all
but that is not the plan
they are being herded
toward an open span

a long green plain is many miles
still far beyond the sight of eye
and many villages and  castles
to terrorize at night, from the darkened sky

For now I dig in my heels
into armored scale plates
and give the order to go home
watch them head toward their fate

Orion's belt shows the path
to our masters roost
high up in the mountains
he searches for the truth

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

Bubba and Cedric, fire up the pit,
throwin’ shade and talking ****,
Javier shows up with fajita,
mesquite smoke runs off **** mosquitos.

Red hots sizzle and skins wide split,
beer so cold, my hands frostbit,
chicken thighs, marinated in dill,
next to it onions and peppers grill.

Thin strips of beef, crackle, and pop
Bill pulls up, he's a cop,
grins and says we’re being too loud,
opens up a beer and joins the crowd.

Music pumping, Master P, and Hank Jr.
everybody is dancing, even Aunt Petunia,
walking a circle when the cumbia plays,
this is turning into a hell of a day.

It's time to eat, ****, forgot tortillas,
no, we didn’t here comes Maria,
brought some for us, all homemade,
washing it down with moonshine lemonade.

Time for dessert, what do we got?
apple cobbler, in the crock ***,
Kita made cake, better than ***,
moon pies in a box, brought by Dex.

The sun dips low but not the tunes,
too much fun, nobody leaving soon,
drinking and dancing and telling jokes,
cigars come out, time to smoke.

Sun coming up, it’s time to go,
night never stopped its awesome flow,
bleary eyed and sleepy as hell,
let's go home and sleep a spell.

Shattered and destroyed
pieces of my heart
shimmer on the ground
in the suns light

I cannot see
for I am shrouded
in the darkness of
loss and pain

Questions remain
as they always do
did it have to be this way
who is to blame

there is no easy answer
sweep up the pieces
and stitch them back together
as life goes on as does the opportunities

That another is out there
waiting and looking for me
as I wait and look for them
perchance we will meet

beautiful colors swirl,
clouding realistic images,
the truth is lost within.

You say red, I say fire
copper, I say wire
you say Beach, bikini
pain, I say my knee

You say ghost, I say cool
gun, I say tool
work, I say no
you say fishing, I say lets go

Eggs, I say scramble
you say Vegas, I say gamble
karaoke, lets sing
you say phone, I say let it ring

You say fly, I say  drive
run, survive
you say steak, I say rare
truth, I say dare

Love, I say wife
how long, life
you say ***, I say please
hug, I say squeeze

Finished, done
game, I say fun
you say question, I say why
you say exit,  I say goodbye

Temperature climbing
desert wind blowing
runnels of sweat begin
as I start to melt, in the heat.

Waves slither on the horizon
a mirage of water
zero humidity
and not a cloud above

Swirling sand catches my eye
dust devil rising 200 feet
tumbleweeds shot upward
the whiptail lizards sprints away

108 degrees and a breeze full of dirt
like being sand blasted
except I have no rust
just skin, to live in

It begins to roast and turn red
I long for shade and a drink
but no trees, or shrubs offer any
and no hose, or lake around

Thirsty and burnt
skin just about flayed
I finally make it
to the cooler and shade

The Northern Light shone down
through the Dancing Pines.
Illuminating the Red Stag,
as it walked through Salt Creek.

Jim Beam and Ezra Brooks,
were headed to the Caribou Crossing.
To hunt for meat, for the freezer
and stock it for the long winter.

Under the Midnight Moon,
Forty Creek streamed over a waterfall.
Creating a Canadian Mist, that ringed
Evan Williams head like a Crown Royal.

George Dickel and Jack Daniels
hunted Wild Turkey, with a single barrel
shotgun, alongside the Pendleton river.
The Makers Mark, reflected sunlight on the stock.

Johnny Walker went to see
Basil Hayden, to talk about finances
and to see if he could cure
his case of the blues.

cervisiam
ternum sal,
calcis suci,
litus,
solis,
pulchrae puellae
ducens vitam Pellitos
confundito
et fruar

Translation

Beer,
pinch of salt,
lime juice,
beach,
sun,
beautiful girls
******* clad
mix together
and enjoy

the sun sings out loud
as the horizon is crept
daytime crescendo

skies of green
in the distance blue
lightning golden
clouds of cream

rushing by in the wind
as it howls down the desert
dust kicked up
like a herd of bison

peck peck peck
grit hits the windows
and then splash
as the warm rain starts

mud flows in brown runnels
next to the gray chip driveway
a stray leaf, rides the flow
through mini class five rapids

Here I am once again, following demand
upon the back and chasing wind
this time joined by my band
we fly formation toward their end

Silent wings rip the air
golden eyes glow in the dark
in an unblinking stare
and inside an internal spark

The refugees at the beginning of the plain
have built thatched huts, escape the wind
to move them on, we add some pain
eventually to our will they will bend

Dragons breath sets huts alight
as the villagers run in fear
they stumble into the night
as we continue to steer

Our phalanx regroups in the sky
blotting out the stars
another pass we prepare to fly
streaks fire of than can be seen from afar

Dragons and riders fan formation
dressed in armored battle gear
Village guards, abandon stations
and all run and scream in fear

Herd and herd we continue
to move them on for miles
until at last, from tired sinew
we abandon burning piles

Headed for the roost we fly
and into our castle keep
Imagining villages cry
as we climb so steep

Ipad light illuminates
a beautiful face
blue eyes glow
leaning on pillows
as a long lean finger
traces a path on the screen
like her love has done
across my heart

Bathroom in the dark
Reading the news of the day
Wife comes to shower

Begins to undress
Shirt, pajamas, ******* off
I love her **** form

Hot  water on, steam
Mirror fogs, bath gel applied
Tan long legs shaved smooth

I love to watch her
Armpits done, hair shampooed  clean
Conditioner on

Hand her a towel
Naked body so close by
You know I will try

My hand slides under
Towel, hand brushes ******
Naughty smile, later

Walks away with grin
Cute round cheeks, cannot pass up
Quick squeeze more ahead

Frustrated, for now
Watch, *******, socks, pants,bra, shirt
Put on despite me

Beautiful package
Wrapped up for later on tonight
Promises of bliss