I saw many of them,
brave young souls
dying on strange foreign soil.
Sadly, they believed in the hype,
this war on terror,
it's not about the oil.
Such *******,
such a waste.
Watching their young lives
trickle out onto the desert sands,
while the rest of the world
converses on Facebook,
listens to their new favorite bands.

Heavyhearted,
I wish you were here
& I know,
I know you have your own life now.
But still I know,
I know
you know,
you know
how you really feel.
Are you happy?
And how can you be
without me.
You know
I know
how you really feel...

I stood in a waterfall
early this morning
playing make-believe,
dreaming of you
& how it would be
if you had been here.
You should have seen my reaction,
the slow steady action,
the tiny beads tumbling over me,
rolling down
from my crown
to my feet.
It was a steamy affair,
I had no cares,
not a single one.
In my ecstasy,
I threw my head back
& loudly shouted
your sweet name.
And under the torrent,
I wished you could've been here
for this sweet glorious
good clean fun.
I wished.

Warm sunlight is kissing
the tops of the conifers,
moving down
as the morning star moves up,
igniting the dark sky
with splinters of
vivid reds & oranges.

And in the nearby meadow,
I hear the songbirds
revel in the new day
as I lay here alone,
smelling the aroma
of fresh coffee brewing.

Everything is perfect,
the way the planets revolve
around the sun
in a sea of galaxies,
electrons spinning circles
around the nucleus,
the double helixes
of your DNA,
the falling rain,
everything is perfect.

You showed me your private-joy,
your clear blue-plexiglass,
battery-powered,
vibrational-toy
& I became enthusiastic
with how skillfully
you played with it,
moved to the buzzing noises
with your own sweet sounds.
Your sighs were fantastic darling,
they put me in a finer state,
a beautiful romantic mood
to make love.

You are indeed darling,
the apple of my eye,
and so much more
when you hold yourself
up like that,
so beautifully,
and I seed you,
such a sweetie pie!

I contemplate often,
am curious about
the strangest things.
Sitting in awe,
I wonder if stars feel pain
when they die,
when they fall down to Earth,
a beautiful spectacle,
in a blaze of glory.

When I see myself
disappear
inside of you
& feel the way
you grip me,
I know I am
close to Heaven,
nearing my salvation,
my holy deliverance.

I get there
when we explode
together,
emptying my soul,
as you shudder
in multiple waves
& I am saved.

Unencumbered
I stand,
a mountain,
breathing to the rhythm
of the Earth,
I feel the gentle breeze
upon my chest.
I experience
my gentle-sweat
rolling down
along the ridges
of my spine
& that fine feeling,
this tingling below
at my core,
opening sensual-doors,
to a sweet vision of you,
you on all fours,
praying at the altar of love &
so ready to receive my offering.

Time stood still,
for but a brief moment,
the world was mesmerized
by yet another inhumane
act of terror.

And when the
smoke cleared &
the rubble fell,
we swore allegience
against the devil,
not Allah.

Plain & simple,
there was nothing sacred
about small-minded,
selfish bearded-men
with virgins on their minds
flying jets into the Twin Towers
loaded with humans
working to make
ends meet.
Nothing.

I am in love with angst,
am attracted to rebelliousness.
Hand signs are ******* fine
& genuice Docs are the way to go.
Purple glitter & spikes,
colorful sleeves & loud-piped bikes
are for me,
You see clearly now,
I'm a punk &
I wanna make
a statement,
"Kiss my ***",
because you can.

I'm convinced,
mass merchants
are destroying the planet.

Oh my God,
have you see the droves
of shoppers at Walmart?

Who counts the days,
basking in loneliness
& who calculates the days,
smiling with sadness
& who numbers the days
reveling in brokenheartness,
pray tell,
who.

I really didn't mean to make you cry baby.
So please,
please darling,
stop crying.
Shed no more tears for me,
don't waste your salt on me,
I'm broken.

The split second it bit my mouth,
I knew I was swallowing quality.
Sixty years of the finest blue agave
they could find.
I had some more
& more
& a bit more
& hallucinated
the rest of the evening,
playing locomotive
& emcee,
as if I were commissioned
by the gods above
to spread drunken love.
My head still hurts
thinking about
that worm.

I've left my heart in different places,
it's been slowly chipped away at.
In La Paz,
it was the chicha
& in Mendoza,
a Malbec at Azafran,
nice warm saki in Kyoto,
some anejo in Ensenada
& cheap beer in Seattle.
Now all I have left
is enough for shots
of fine whiskey...
I'm still ticking Darling,
cheers.

I know,
I'm not alone
here.
And though I can't
see you,
I can feel you
in spirit.
The words you write
comfort me
& I wrote this little ditty to let
you know
I thank you.

I still converse with some of my old army buddies.
All of us are recovering
from violent foreign service.
We've lost some too.
We heard Jeff B. hung himself,
had a wife and three kids.
Who knew
when we got back
to the world,
sad **** like this would still happen?
Tom M's still ****** about it
& when he reads the crap
about ISIS in the morning papers,
he gets infuriated,
especially when another innocent head gets chopped off
& he fumes through pursed lips,
"Let's have some real fun,
let's make some glass beads
out under the desert sun,
let's nuke 'em all!"

Robert's mark
left an indelible impression,
etch on my tortured mind.
His scorpion-tat crawled
up his right calf
in shades of deady crimson.
During PT, it instilled
a certain amount of fear
on those who gazed upon it.
But lying in the desert sun,
without the rest of his body,
it was not nearly as terrifying.
I'll never forget the crying
of those surrounding his leg
& boot,
still attached.

I would lick the ground
you walk on,
would never want to miss
a single drop
of our commingling.
So sacred,
this blend,
I kiss your lips with.

She followed my veins like a roadmap,
said I was the trip of her lifetime.
My arms began the journey
and the others
she said
were just paydirt,
her sweet dessert,
the beginning to the end
of her roadtrip.

Fallen himself,
he always wanted the broken ones,
some said *****.
But to him,
they were just another angel,
cleaner than them,
more real.

I would love to discover you from all angles,
as I am sure there are many pathways
to a heart
as beautiful as yours.

And you might yourself
some night
lying in bed with another,
but never so more alone than ever.

And you might fight the urge,
the primal urge to connect,
to explore all the corners
of the universe
because you know
for them it's just ritual,
their social duty.

And you seek brightness,
the light is nirvana
with another,
who has a higher purpose,
a devout follower of feelings
outside the human body.

Some might say my head's always in the gutter,
but what do they know of such pleasures,
those sensuous treasures denied
for prim & properness.
And to deny the sacred,
to lie in chastity,
when you'd rather
lay in the clover,
is against the very nature of love,
given to us
by the glories in Heaven above.

Cheap plastic
smelly rubber
dead batteries
turn me on honey
I ain't no fake

She fidgeted all the time,
working in her cubicle,
with a serious smile
always on her face
& a faraway look
forever in her pretty eyes.
Sometimes she'd wear lace skirts,
accenting her feminine graces.
Her language was often
a bit ***** (but not too much),
and occasionally sighing sounds
could be heard
emanating from her parted lips.
I thought it strange
when she requested to management
a rocking chair for her duties.
What a cutie!
There were rumors swirling around
that she was a practioner
of the Burmese bells.
I so liked working with her
before such innuendos
circulated.
Now I love it,
she's swell.....

I miss the cold crisp evenings
sitting around the campfire,
smoking and joking
watching the sparks fly
into the Milky Way above,
discussing the silent
glacial-mass looming.
And with nervous laughter,
we'd discuss the routes,
the problem areas of rock & ice
& how nice things probably
were back home.
But despite the dangerous
nature of our adventure,
there was no place any of us
would rather have been than there,
encamped in the shadow
of our potential demise,
called death.

Separate yourself,
pull yourself away
from the mundane.

Think deep,
deep
deep thoughts of me.
Split your mind
into a million particles of fantasy.
Let me explode,
explode
explode
into your sweetest
fiery-thoughts.

I want to take you,
make you breathless,
carress you with clairvoyant-love,
so real.

Thoughts of you
send jolts of electricity
throughout my entire body,
making me feel tingly
in my nether regions.

My heart feels like
it's being powered
by a million volts
of raw current,
pumping furiously.

This head buzzes
like a supercharged transformer,
and when I think of dreamy you
& the peach fuzz
below your bellybutton,
my circuits heat up.
Quickly I get overloaded
& spray
the steamy air
with a shower
of sparks.

It's so electrifying,
I'm still buzzing!

No need to recreate
the wheel.

Just deal,
change things up a bit.

You'll spin better that way.

Kiss away my awareness,
Sweet U,
take
reality
away.

I shot you
in my wildest dreams
again last night.

Over & over,
I put you in my crosshairs,
aimed straight on you
& drew a bead.

Then switching to a rapid fire mode,
I unloaded everything I had
on fully automatic,
dropped you
every which way but loose.

Ratta-tat-tat,
kapow, kapow,
ratta-tat-tat,
that's where it's at!

And you,
playing the perfect victim,
lay beautifully sprawled out,
relishing in each & every wound,
covered with my flood.

It was extreme,
so romantic,
a wonderfully ******,
sensuous scene,
and it made my blood boil,
left me dreaming for more
hot, straight-shooting.

Lock and load!

Hurry up Darling
& shut the door!

Last night
in my neck of the woods,
I witnessed the death of six more stars.
Falling like lead &
glowing like the sun,
I watched them disappear,
get snuffed out quickly
into the darkness.
Of course,
I made my usual requests
& wished upon each one,
yet again,
I'm still wondering,
asking,
"Should I stay,
go,
or wait
for more to die?"

She scooted along the checkerboard floor
collecting ***** plates
& refilling sweet teas.
I placed a double-order of fish tacos
& sat right next to the buffet of hot sauces
just to watch her toss her brown hair about
from under her pink pussycat hat
& lithe body covered
in delicious ink
& piercings.

The streets were not as mean as history
said they would be,
especially after a night out
at the bier haus,
where we filled our grosse steins
with litres of hops
& barley
& natural carbonation.
It really wasn't a nation full of crazies,
but rather
one full of serious frunken fun
& frolicking amoungst the bauchnabels
with liebe.

O Sweet Darling
our spontaneous nature!

O Gorgeous Lady,
any amount of time,
spent inside of you,
a second,
a minute,
hours,
is definitely worth it!

O Dear God,
how I love,
I crave,
your pretty open mind!

I heard Mr. Brown got busted.
Yeah, he was hangin' out down at the Piggly Wiggly,
propositionin' all the lady customers.
He was askin' 'em
if they wanted to buy a ****.
Doesn't that crazy chicken farmer know,
he ain't now ******.

Why weep,
who promised us anything
& at the very least
a rose garden.
And when one thinks
of all the shattering,
those smashed heads
& toys
lying in rubbled-streets,
it's just enough
to crack a smile.

In the morning,
she spins
circles around me
like a small child
gleeful.

At noon,
she's drunk on life,
swooning love.

And by suppertime,
she's strung out,
overdosed on
the sacredness
of another day.

The words you spew,
hurl,
feel like shards of broken glass
I walk through.
Who knew love would cut like this....
who knew?

Your perspiration kissed the sun,
'twas only us
& our sighs,
riding high on each other
& so gentle,
we made it seem like tea time.

Denial
the savior,
saves.

But to deny you &
your sacred treasures
is an unholy sacrilege,
punishable by death
by the sword.

Good Lord!

I awaken from a half-slumber,
a restless night of tossing & turning,
not breathing & splitting headaches.
A frozen mist coats
the inside walls
of my humble nylon-abode
& as I unzip the fly,
to greet the subtle warmth
of the radiant sun
on my stubble-face,
to see the curvature of the earth
swallowing the stars,
I realize,
I realize why I do this,
attempt to sleep
here,
on mountaintops.

You should hear the great noisy owl,
hooting outside in the dry cool air,
like there's no tomorrow,
as if it has no cares.

It's truly beautiful to hear one
so careless,
flying through the night.

I hope tomorrow
never comes.

The moon,
with its tantalizing glow,
peaked
through my window,
whispering sweet nothings
as if,
as if we were lovers
& alone in the darkness
I succumbed to her allure,
so pure,
so demure.

You make me feel superhuman Darling.
From my head in the clouds,
way down to my toes on the ground,
you know what makes me tick.
And when you allow me the pleasure
to be on top,
I get weak,
succumb deep inside,
deep inside
your sweet kryptonite-body.
O Please,
though I'm weakened,
don't stop!

Harvest moon is smiling,
casting its magical beam
down upon the oaks,
where the crickets
sing ancient melodies,
worshiping the night.

You never forget their eyes,
as they lie
lifeless.

And if  they're crisp,
you never forget
the wisps of smoke
still smoldering off
the charred bones.

As a matter-of-fact,
you never forget
anything
when it comes to dead bodies,
it makes you feel all alone,
after an attack.