It blows through the desert
with nothing to divert
Like a deer running wild
Or a wild rambunctious child

Like a breath in and out
the power in a water spout
Tornado's engine makes it run
the leaves run with it just for fun

It has a name
and you know its game
To chap, chafe and burn
you have felt it spurn

Your attempts to tame
are all in vain
But live through, you must
or it will make you feel trussed

The name is ventus ictus
You cannot restrict us.

Pour the Whiskey.

Two cubes and amber waves,
the oceans tsunami in my glass,
I give it a swirl and a sniff,
before enjoying the burn.

Someone pass the Cheetos.

The paper rolled tight, opposite twists on the end,
a flick of the Bick and light it up,
a ******* inhale,
allowing the mellowness to seep in.

The Hookah

The water bubbles,
as the smoke rises,
filling the glass decanter
and rising toward,
waiting mouths and lungs.

Cuban Cigars

Rolled on the thighs of virgins
or so they claim to be,
either way, stoke it up
and keep your ashes long.

Beer!

In the bottle or the mug
dressed with lime or plain,
foreign or domestic,
as long as its ice cold.

Single Malt

Earthy and peaty
an acquired taste,
from Scotland,
simply the best.

2 buck chuck,
or in a box,
it quenches some thirsts,
and ignites others.

The ******* Virus
also known as Cranial Rectitis
be careful out there in the world
the ******* virus around us swirls.

It makes you ask and do stupid things
not you, but other people feel the sting
it makes you need to be babysat
other people can’t stand that.

It’s infectious and it’s spreading
everyone has been exposed I’m dreading
in some of us it sits dormant in our brain
out of nowhere or under strain
your job or life you can not contain.

Other people have it chronic
might as well have the plague bubonic
these people can never take care of anything
they can't even follow a path of string.

Ask dumb questions, can't do their job
basically they are a worthless blob
cannot make a call or use email
just gives everyone 6 kinds of hell.

They understand nothing and what’s worse
it makes the people around them curse
sadly there is no definite cure
no way to make one’s self be pure.

The best you can hope for is a bit of a lull
KY jelly around your neck and PULL
with a pop Cranial Rectitis cured
by this time people want you skewered.

Sadly the cure never lasts
and you devolve, just like the past
wearing protection does no good
it is not transmitted by wood
or fluids, or plastic or glass
it’s caused when your own head goes up your ***.

opaque mesh hides prizes,
Valentines night excitement,
she will be mine.

Through the portal, I stare,
transporting me into oblivion,
spitting me out on the other side
of the universe, unscathed.

The fusion of elements,
hydrogen, helium, and iron,
changing the colors of the stars,
white, blue, yellow, red and orange.

Planets surround me,
atmospheres and water.
dry rocks open to space,
opportunities for all.

Nebulae, shapes run the gambit,
helixes, rings, butterflies, *****,
horseheads, eagles and elephant trunks,
with colors that sear the retina with beauty.

Yet I touch none of these,
I experience this life,
through eyes that devour,
every sight that can be seen.

Trapped behind my window,
protected in my tomb,
floating aloft, in orbit,
breathing recycled air.

Sticky fingers on panes of glass,
no sliding down to bust my ***,
waiting for the bugs to take flight,
will eat them all through the night.

So happy, I may sing a song,
chirp, chirp, chirp, its not to long,
with my tongue, I'll feast all night,
or at least until you turn off the light.

Vivid images jump from the page
the smell of sea, salty air
flapping of canvas
sound of shouting orders

In my minds eye
I am transported
to the cutter
each word an image

Around the horn of Africa
under evening skies
the last of the suns rays
casting cloud shadows upon the deck

The trees sway in the breeze
rustling of leaves
just audible
over the slap of waves on the hull

As I turn the page
the voyage continues
to where?
I'll have to finish reading to find out

Chest deep in cool water
bait caster in hand
Texas rigged worm
tequila sunrise color

Casted out
pull, pull, stop
reel in the slack
repeat, repeat

Thump, wham
line begins to run
reel down
set the hook

Bass surfaces
sky high jump
run and pull
reeled in

Unhooked
shimmering green scales
released to fight again
on another fishing day

Fur and fang,
brother's intertwined,
lycanthrope and upior,
mythology undermined.

Meat and blood nourish,
incomplete feedings,
creating offspring,
without breeding.

Under cover of night,
moon shadows walking,
seeking prey,
slinking and stalking.

Evil, perhaps
but it lives in all,
perhaps we are,
if we heed it's call.

Rise women rise,
realize you are a prize,
doff your covers and oppression,
use your creativity and expression.

Flaunt your beauty and your mind,
grow beyond religious binds,
you need no one to give permission,
search and strive it's your decision.

Drive to new locations,
pick and work vocations,
climb the ladder to new heights,
with a smile show them your might.

You're the ones in control,
break out of paternal molds,
arm yourselves with knowledge and power,
under no one's thumb should you cower.

Wield your *** like a sword,
swing it and tame the horde,
never let them get to you,
it's your life do what you want to do.

washed ashore
but not alone

the ship went down
I was rescued

I remember black hair
and beautiful eyes

dragging me from
the raging waves

was I in shock
an imagination

apparition
guardian angel

or a true memory
of my lost love

embodied soul
as a mermaid

washed ashore
but now alone

a splash and tail
or imagination

The golden rays of the sun,
shine on the red fox
as she traverses the trodden dirt path
among the tall pine trees and disappears.

The smell of earth and leaf mold,
and the occasional sweet bloom
rise from the forest floor
in the summertime's heat.

A long dead tree stump
makes a great watchtower,
elevated and out of the dampness,
to survey the muddy creek bottom.

Below, a bobcat slinks in the shadows
down to the flowing creek,
rapid fire pink tongue
draws it in, to satiate thirst.

Suddenly ears ***** high,
and the cat flattens out,
a high pitched squeak
and motion in the pine straw.

The mouse emerges from its tunnel
on the other side of the creek,
a leaping bobcat is its last sight,
as it is carried away into the woods.

Shadows, large and small
Coast through the viridian pool
Lit from below
In still waters

A miniature pond
On a black lake
Full of night dwellers
In full light

Observed from over head
On the upper deck
Of the boat house
On the intercoastal waterway

Different shaped shadows
Long and skinny
Round and short
The occasional monster

Swims through
Dispersing the others
For a while
We watch

Anticipating the next shadow
And comment on what it is
And whether we can catch it
On a rod and reel

Turn the switch to down,
hear the squeaking sound,
tight wound wire unspooled,
dropping the boat adventure bound.

I turn the key and the engine roars,
my stress level begins to drop,
three days of fishing starts right now,
with hope the bites nonstop.

But as the saying goes,
better fishing than at work,
out here there is no nagging,
or complaints from bossman ****.

The only **** out here,
are the ones upon the line,
the bass bites my worm,
set the hook and feeling fine.

Roaring cataclysmic precipice
individual drops, making music,
like fingers on piano keys,
a gushing concerto.

The mist blows upon the breeze,
soaking everything downwind,
more dripping to be heard,
accompaniment to the liquid ivories.

Gurgling singing,
from smaller streams,
cascading down
granite choir pits.

I'm the conductor
mental baton directing
orchestral parts,
as I sit along side.

Blue-green waterfalling dreams,
each rivulet a cascading stream,
consciousness loose like swarming flies,
all behind rapid moving eyes.

Psychedelic colored worlds
are revealed as night unfurls
thrown headlong into situations
all created by sleep imagination.

Traveling in unknown crafts
with gray men, who know new maths,
large black eyes stare unblinking,
but they know what I'm thinking.

Suddenly on a river, paddling,
yellow raft I am straddling,
heading toward a roaring sound,
and water falling to the ground.

Over the precipice, I begin to fall
screaming out for help I call,
with a jolt, I wake in bed,
dreams and nightmares in my head.

The sadness
wave crested,
over took me,
washed me
into the
sharp coral
of despair;
I began
to bleed.

Where coyotes run and bobcats prowl,
back in the woods hear the growl,
enough to scare most people away,
but this is where I love to play.

Far from city lights and people sounds,
steel and concrete no longer surrounds,
nothing out here but trees and deer,
I'll just kick back and drink a beer.

Cooler in the shade under a tree,
dressed in camo wild and free,
roaming down where the creek runs,
watching for snakes and shooting guns.

Chopping down wood for a campfire,
picking it up avoiding green brier,
thorns so sharp they'll tear your shirt,
the crows start singing in concert.

Far from city lights and people sounds,
steel and concrete no longer surrounds,
nothing out here but trees and deer,
I'll just kick back and drink a beer.

Later on when the stars appear,
up above me the sky is clear,
the fire crackles and pops out a song,
completely relaxed where I belong.

Hanging in my hammock hear the creek talk,
in the distance, screams the night hawk,
closing my eyes and drifting to sleep,
no need to pray for my soul to keep.

Far from city lights and people sounds,
steel and concrete no longer surrounds,
nothing out here but trees and deer,
I'll just kick back and drink a beer.

Way out in the woods, nobody here,
no better place to just drink a beer.

Vicious intent,
haunts the night,
the verge of evil,
barely contained.

Veils raise,
shadows reach out,
clawed fingers grip,
the leathered hilt.

Moonlight glows,
reflected in polished steel,
danger incarnate,
walks free.

Suppressed diurnal,
contained in the light,
captured by society,
expectations bars.

Freedom to do,
anarchy of thought and deed,
lost to pleasantness,
creating mental strife.

It exists, a living thing,
the darkness infects us all,
simply waiting and probing the edges,
waiting to escape.

When I left it was sunny and blue,
90 miles later a blizzard I drove into,
from a warm 77 degrees,
to a 32 degree northern breeze.

Blowing snow and building ice,
slipping and sliding is not nice,
heater running on full blast,
driving slow going nowhere fast.

Then clears up and blows away,
we take off and think ok,
but down the road, it starts once more,
the weather wins, plus one score.

People deep in the south,
brown, white and black
if there's trouble, we got your back,
when we’re cut we all bleed red,
I believe that’s enough said.

Lost in memories murk
those words must sometimes lurk
out of the darkness and into the light
I must use my mental might

Extract them from the folds
no telling what they hold
a bit of humor or romance
you have to give them a fighting chance

Light the fire under your muse
**** her till she blows a fuse
then the pen and juices go
fill the pages with the flow

Write until the need ebbs
weave through text exciting webs
of suspense or sultry lust
your pen no longer full of rust.

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

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.

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

We’re tired of the ‘Rona,
the numbers keep on rising,
no one is sure if they are true,
but wearing masks they’re still advising.

We’re tired of the Race Bating,
all the colors can be friends,
but with looting and riots,
there seems to be no end.

We’re tired of law enforcement,
always under attack,
they are here to help all of us
red, brown, yellow, white or black,

We’re tired of the politics,
the far left and the distant right,
a house divided can never stand,
and now mostly out of spite.

We’re tired of offending,
with everything we say,
grow some thicker skin,
or shut up and go away.

We’re tired of the flag burning,
if you don’t like it here then leave,
go back to where you came from, or where you want to be
when you’re gone, just know, that none of us will grieve.

We’re tired of the media lies,
about all these things,
pouring gasoline on the fires,
and tugging all our strings.

Her dress, the color of a tropical bird,
a blue and gold macaw,
hugging hips and curves,
like a sculpture on display.

Lost in the cerulean of her eyes,
falling into pupil black pits,
freckles on her nose and cheeks,
refocus my gaze.

Pink lips of a surreptitious smile,
now surrounding a green straw,
protruding from her creamy white pina colada,
while the lime on my Cuba libre drips juice.

A steel drum band compliments the scene.
its rhythm sending otoscopic harmonics,
capturing us with its tinny flow,
we now ride its waves.

Greenery of giant leaves,
wiggle as if to the music in tonight's breeze,
her ginger hair follows suit,
the motion capturing my eyes.

A family of golden lion tamarins,
stare out of goldenrod manes,
studying us sit, drink, and soak in,
the jungle vacation.

An eerie song bubbles from the depths,
not quite describable, but you can feel it,
a shadow emerges into sunlit waters,
growing larger as it approaches.

Suddenly like a volcano erupting,
a huge body covered in barnacles,
erupts on the surface in a balletic roll,
gasping for air and spewing water.

Several others join the first,
the majestic spectacle of nature,
the largest creatures on the planet,
move off in a group, just below the surface.

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.

Climbing red bricks,
to beige trimmed eaves,
over and on to,
a grey corrugated roof.

Now staring out wide,
the bits and pieces of green,
stuck in the drab browns,
of the desert sands.

Silicate sparkles flash,
as the sun sets pink and blue,
a moving ***** toad catches the eye,
he stops atop a red ant bed for dinner.

Black chickens climb the ramp,
into the cozy maroon coop,
as black and white goats,
settle into their green hut.

Blackness falls finally,
after the last gasp of the sun,
the peppery darkness,
salted by silver stars twinkling.

Luna emerges from the horizon,
painted a deep blood orange,
that slowly fades to gray,
as she rises over time.

Hollow calcium matrixes entwined,
serpentine wrapped amongst each other,
a fatal embrace for the ages,
enshrined in a volcanic wave.

Sifting sands and troweling holes,
bites at a time, small snippets and hints,
shadows fall straight down
as clock hands point straight up.

Sweat dripping, miniature drops of mud,
as my shadows begins to move east
slowly but surely, I don't want to waste a minute
because what's left, may finish the story.

The minerals and silicate speak,
a clink of metal on metal, excites,
a golden ring glows brightly,
reflecting against the white and brown.

I realize the truth of the scene,
empty hollows still stare into others,
as the last few minutes of daylight burn,
I realize that that theirs was true.

Even the eons and ash,
could not destroy theirs,
the couples bones tell the story,
of true love at Pompeii.

The cats eye shell sees into the sea,
a million granules of sparkling sand,
toss and tumble in the waves and spume,
forever marooned on this stretch of beach.

That which the eye sees,
is beautifully monotonous,
occasionally interrupted,
by a bubbles rainbow sheen.

The trout green ocean touches
the aquamarine blue sky,
that reaches down and touches
the brown's and blacks of the coast.

Once filled with life,
the shell is now empty,
deposited here with the tides
and left to stare into oblivion.

Posed picture,
say cheese.

Sitting there, all debonair,
a winning smile on her face,
I long to see and feel her
wrapped up in silk and lace.

Soft red hair, curled
and blowing in the wind,
I'm not sure how this started,
but I know where it will end.

All ******* in sheets,
clothes strewed across the floor,
a trail of them here and there
starting at the door.

Bruised lips from passions kisses,
places pink from kneading hands,
out of breath and fully spent
from our need and our demands.

In the closet,
under the bed,
down the well,
in a shallow grave.

Concrete and sunk,
to the bottom of the lake,
wood chippered and spread,
locked away in storage.

Fed to alligators,
or to sharks,
burned and ashes scattered,
hidden in safety deposit box.

Or coded in verse,
and placed in plain sight,
on some website,
that you live anonymously.

I sit and stare,
pencil sharp,
yet no words appear on the page,

A blankness of paper and mind.
I count the pixels,
on the plain white screen,
they mock me,
I want to fill them,
but can think of nothing.

In the labyrinth of my mind,
and in the folds of gray matter,
words and thoughts hide,
a game of hide and seek,
my muse plays with me.

There was nothing,
but there was something,
in the nothing,
I could just see it,
out of the corner of my eye,
but not clear enough to read it.

Where once words frolicked,
on a great open plain,
forming verse with the wind,
changing as predators chased.

Now a blank desert,
where have the words gone,
hidden, sleeping, lost,
in the jungle,
at the edges of thought?

The flies fly relentlessly,
all around my head,
I swat at them repeatedly,
but its as if my hands are lead.

Three of them around me,
another 5 are in the room,
flitting here and landing there,
and by my eyes the zoom.

They land on my shoulder,
they do not cause me pain,
but I am thoroughly annoyed,
they are driving me insane.

The incessant buzzing,
one just crawled into my nose,
landing on my monitor,
they sit in a repose.

Showered clean and shaved smooth
Standing in front of the mirror
Hair blown dry and styled
Her make up immaculate

Bare ******* bounce as she reviews
Her bodies curves and crevices
She slips on white linen dress
With nothing underneath

Stepping outside in the cool
She is a vision to behold
******* ******* pert *******
Upturned and on display

Short red hair
Reveals a shapely neck
Long tanned legs
Red high heels

Hand up for a taxi
3 stop and stare
She climbs in one
Says take me anywhere

Serenity is where you find it
a bit of happiness nourished
wherever it may be
a cup of coffee
the brush of a hand
the smile of a friend
a hug and kiss of a lover
a dog's wagging tail
the flap of a taught sail
a pull on a fishing line
a glass of good red wine
Serenity is where you find it

Cut off blue jeans,
with white strings,
like frayed dreams,
in sunlight beams.

Visions of beauty, with each sway,
watching men sigh and bow and pray,
thanking God for fallen angels
and for their curves and their angles.

But she walks on, with nary a look,
none of these guys, can read her book,
her pages are closed, but admire the cover,
the good stuff is saved only for her lover.

The trail of tears she left behind,
brings the waiter all the time,
she tries to stop the cries and whelps,
her t-shirt reads, whiskey helps.

Liquid amber flows down my throat,
my body warms throughout
as it flows from my glass
igniting pain and flavor

Caramel and vanilla
tickle my tongue
a slight taste of cookie remains
deep and rich enjoyment

Thoughts are washed away
in a golden wave
as the cheeks and inhibitions numb
I raise my glass and wish you well

A new bottle for a new day
opened, spicy citrus
and new mown grass
fill my nose

Pouring and swirling
my mouth waters
a dip of my tongue
explore the sensations

Butterscotch and shortbread
explode in my mouth
taste buds analyze complexities
herbs and honey, and a bit of malt

Evening relaxation
leads to excellent dreams
of love, lust, romance
in the flavors of nature

Boat skims across low rollers
in the summer breezes flow
headed to a fishing spot
underneath a white lights glow

Its dark and there is no moon
are the fish ready to bite
the first cast will tell the tale
I'll see when the line goes tight

Glowing white Rattle-trap tied
to my 14 pound test line
cast the bait into the light
the line spools off in its familiar wine

Reeling in I can feel the baits vibration
I detect a bump, thump and bite
rip the rod upwards, set the hook
the rod bends downward under its fight

Hear the wind hum off the line
like a taut guitar string
I fight and reel the fish in
it is the nature of the thing

Silver white with broken stripes
shiny scales, and sharp dorsal spines
hopefully one of many
on this night that I will find

Another cast up to the dock
and another awesome bite
It looks like its going to be
one heck of a fishing night

300 hundred fish caught
off of twenty lighted docks
ready to get some sleep,
head home, throttle to its stops

Skeletons of our consumerism
tossed aside the road,
wasted wrappings of trees
and extruded petroleum,
to forever reside
in landfills cemetery.

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.

Grass knee high around the house
and the paint is coming off
a snake slithers after a mouse
on the porch I hear a cough

An old man sits there
rocking forth and back
one arm missing from his chair
next to him, magazines stacked

His eyes are dark and sunken
he is as skinny as a rail
at first I thought him drunken
but his words, clear as a bell

Sonny what you doing here?
as he spied the Wendy’s sack
haven’t seen anyone in a year
wasn’t sure they was coming back

I sat down and swatted flies
and took a drink of tea
I offered him my fries
and he ate them with glee

I told him I was cruising land
to build a new highway
I asked him who he was
ignored is what he say

By the kids and the state
no one comes around
alone since the death of his mate
the birds his only sound

I walked to the truck to get a beer
when I turned around
there was no one near
no house and no man, just an earthen mound

The mouse ran by as my mouth hung
the snake still close behind
a lonely bird song sung
I wonder if I lost my mind

The red clay mound
covered with straw of pine
Jameson Pounds
written on a fallen sign

Do you ever wonder why,
we are born so we can die,
and all through life we must try,
and through rough waters, we must ply.

Working hard for a piece of pie,
making wishes to stars in the sky,
speaking sarcasm with a wit that's wry,
then with our last breath, leave with a sigh.

Speedometer says 90,
on the dark back road,
West Texas desert,
wild seeds about to be sowed.

Koe Wetzel, sings on,
as the radio plays,
pull into the bar ditch,
for the next phase.

******* you and ******* me,
all I know is we're wild and free,
out on the road nothing holding us back,
just having fun, broken free from the pack.

Her bra on the mirror,
******* thrown in the floor,
blue jeans tossed out the window,
and ready for more.

Exploring each other,
like wild stallions stampede,
all of our passion is,
fast and buried.

******* you and ******* me,
all I know is we're wild and free,
out on the road nothing holding us back,
just having fun, broken free from the pack.

Jack Daniels from the bottle,
as the stars shine up outside,
we saddle up
for another quick ride.

Red and Blue lights speed by,
she gives out a gasp,
they pass on by,
I mash down the gas.

******* you and ******* me,
all I know is we're wild and free,
out on the road nothing holding us back,
just having fun, broken free from the pack.

We gather it all up,
and get out of here,
gravel flies,
as I jam it in gear.

Back on the highway,
Aaron Watson, he sings,
we drive from the sunrise,
see what this day brings.

I watched the clouds converge
white fluffy ones from the south east
dark gray and nasty ones from the north
they met in the sky above me

The wind began to blow its wintry breath
tumbleweeds were awakened from their nap
across the yard they began to run
the vent flap over the stove began to pop

The sun decided to hide from us
and the wind began to sing its song
the chickens went inside the coop
my mood went from good to melancholy

The rest of the day
was dark and gray
as if all hope was lost
and happy feelings blew away.