She said she wanted everything,
and one part she got,
the other two
she couldn't fit in,
though she tried.

There is no more pain,
the sky has fallen
so many times,
like the final scene
of an epic play,
a curtain call
raised up again
to fall,
bowing out
to your addiction,
'till the next time
the glue of your heart fails
to reach the stars
& you cry alligators.

The sweet fragrance of java
wafts gloriously
through my kitchen.
O wondrous Joe!
You are indeed,
a tasty hot elixir,
some sprinkled
with cream
and sugar,
sent to us
from
the gods
of the bean.

O Baby Doll,
ooze
your richness,
your tender self
on me,
spread your
delicious wealth,
call me
your
Sweet Honey.

She belted out
the edgy
slick-vocals,
called them,
said you would see,
morning
maniac music.

Grace exploded,
covered the gray-skies
with a kaleidoscope of love,
the vibe was simply magical,
everybody wanted somebody.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v_gg6JNLtXI

You can walk on the sun,
dance in a hurricane,
eat pickled pig's feet,
smoke rolled banana leaves,
**** ether,
camp out on Pluto for all I care,
I just want to be next to you.

Ramble on I do
with visions I have of you,
pink pussycats,
a falling star,
itchy palms,
the balm of this or that,
Casablanca,
Philadelphia freedom,
the Red, White, and Blue,
******* you to the wall,
egg rolls,
soul-stealers,
planting seeds,
the madness of Jack,
quack quack quack,
****** body parts,
kissing Detroit,
drunk on sunshine,
mountain zephyrs,
pixie-talk,
Kingdom come,
down dogs,
London fog
Vegas folly,
dead roses,
sweet sensations,
hurt,
pain,
pop tarts,
warm velvet,
porcelain orbs,
whack whack whack
universal soldier
lover.

Maybe
I have sinned,
but I'm a fallen archangel,
aren't
I darling?

The aura around her
is hotter than sunspots,
she permeates pure-woman,
allows me private indiscretions.

I can twist her,
bend her in half,
partake in her heavenly assets.
She lets me take her to different universes,
I kiss her everywhere,  
my tongue trickles
from her bellybutton south
where my mouth
lips her magic,
that’s a place I like to be.

There’s only one thing
I like better than this,
& it ain’t a cold Heineken.

I saw her in a vision
amongst the stars &
I must be going nuts.
My mind does this,
seems to play tricks
on me,
am I a little bit crazy?

From time to time,
I feel it slipping,
I feel like
I'm from another place,
from outside our system,
from another galaxy,
one seen far across
the dark night skies
that disappear
when the sun rises.

But I do feel the pull,
so many of them twinkling
between constellations,
the lure of the stars
beckoning me
& inside my pocket,
I hold a tin version of authority,
the type the runners carry
to maintain universal law and order.

O traveler tell me,
please tell me
Aldebaran exists.
Tell me this is not
some strange dream,
a sick joke
played on me
by the lady
born under the
sign of Taurus.

O, tell me she's real.

She was a bit older,
aged like a fine wine,
bubbly & red-hot,
she had stars on her hips,
knew how to push the limits.

I was mesmerized
the moment
she kissed my lips,
I could taste her berry,
it was the perfect Sherry.

It was kind of crazy,
Army guys listening
to Nena & her red luft balloons,
Kim Wilde’s American Kids,
a bit of Madonna Lucky Star and
Lauper’s girls just wanting to have some fun.
Man o’ man,
we danced our drunk ***** off
with all them pretty little lasses.
And like we gave a flying ****,
for in a moment’s notice,
we might have been
Airborne,
hoooooaaaaah.

Thai smoke swirled,
uncoiling snakes
reaching into Heaven,
lungs exploding,
ecstasy released.

Harmony we found,
us herbal warriors,
brilliant,
enlightened smiles,
high-fives all around.

We sped in slow motion
across the emerald sea,
only to be stopped
by a jailbreak
blaring
so loudly
on FM radio.

It was silly,
us on the bridge,
******,
bewildered,
looking around
as others drove by
sober.

We laughed till
our buzz blew away
with the fading traffic.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oMFYs3gfgis

Ever have one those full moon days
where it feels like Mars
is in major retrograde,
Jupiter might be imploding,
the sun is spinning backwards?

It’s like everybody you run into
is a super freak.
They don’t seem normal,
seem tweaked out
on something really bad,
they just ain’t right.

Those are the days
when I want to stay home,
brew up some of
the good herbal green stuff,
kick my feet up,
mediate about love &
how grateful I am
for my own life!

You wore your flame hair
across your pretty face
hiding malachite
& your freckle-constellations.
The stars that melted me,
I got lost in them
when you combed your hair back
in a cute little red bun.

I got the best departure gift
any moonshine lover good get,
two Mason jars full of applejack,
the local homemade brew.
I plead the Fifth
on who made the stuff,
but I can tell you,
it was very,
very,
very smooth,
not the least bit rough.
Good cops do it like that.
Oh, I ain't no real redneck,
don't do plug,
I just appreciate the craft.......
please pass that jug!

Who made them valedictorian,
those keepers of the word-banks,
more concerned with righteousness
than with the art
we oh so love,
pointing fingers
with a million pointing back.

And we,
we keepers of the faith,
writing words,
writing lines,
writing stanzas or not,
scribbling & scrawling
bits & pieces
of our fervent-hearts,
exposing ourselves
to the masses,
truly naked
for all ages,
for an eternity of readers,
feeding our souls
for those perusers
who might want to know
or forgot
what it is like
to live (again).

Like I f'ng said.
who made them valedictorian,
them f'ing poetry police.

There was something
wild about her feet,
something that really
drove you crazy.
She'd spend hours
painting them up,
a different shade
for each day of the week.
I mean each toe was beautiful,
a real work of art,
picture perfect
& when she hid
all of them
below the bubbles,
things really got hot
& I mean hot.
You'd forget about everything
with your head,
not in the clouds,
but underwater
& not ******* air,
but her beautiful,
her beautiful
painted toes.

Some call me a savage,
a bit of a lady ravisher,
but actually
I'm a bloodthirsty pirate,
a bearded buccaneer
by trade.

I plunder & I pillage,
but never do I ****.
I just soothe you
by kissing the sweet-nape
of your delicate neck
& believe me Queenie,
it'll make you move rather quick,
when I swallow your drip.

You'll want me,
beg me to raid
your pretty ship
again & again,
take all of your precious *****.

My parrot will laugh
at my various quips
& don't be alarmed,
there's nothing nefarious
about my peg leg,
'cause it's hollow,
it's where I hide
the golden loot.

He gets all the pretty babes,
owns all the cool gadgets.
Some say he's a magician,
but I say he's much
more than that.

He's very slick,
so in tune with his spy-side,
he can easily handle
Paris traffic at rush hour,
knows all about
diabolical-power
& how to stop it.

His smooth-ride cruises fast
in turbo overdrive,
buzzes down the road
like a well-tuned beehive.
All the cool tunes play
along with him &
he likes his things
shaken not stirred.
Roulette, no trouble,
he'll burst the bank bubble.
O that sweet little
cherry-blued PPK!
Hey now, pow pow,
he knows the endgame,
how to kick some
cloak-and-dagger ***
up & down the street.

That's why,
I want to be James Bond,
knock the ladies & the thugs
right off their feet!

Oh, she knew exactly what she was doing,
******* around with my good nature.
I mean I didn’t fall off the turnip truck yesterday,
but I didn’t think she’d break my heart like that either.

Oh sure, she used all the perfect words,
knew just what to say, to make me fall.
And when I fall, I fall hard & deep.

Oh well, I guess it’s my own fault,
but I can’t change the way I’m wired.
It’s this passion thing that
makes me see the best
in everything.
Even in hot calculating women.

Oh it’s crazy how
I’m wise to those tricks
& I still get taken,
trusting in some like that,
all alone & brokenhearted.

I want to lie in a place
where I can't breath,
witness the curvature,
hang out with my buds
& spoon at sixty below
under the seracs.
For in those moments
& with those people,
I feel truly real.

It was a night of simple frolicking,
we ate worms & danced
Grand Funk,
choo-chooed on tequila.

The room swirled,
I was the engine,
you the coal-car
fed me the vibes,
as we circled,
spinning serpentine
through the juiced-crowd
of Don Armando revelers.

We escaped for fresh air,
stole a quick swim
under the entire universe,
embraced like drunken-lovers.

I traced your face with warm kisses,
felt your body pressed
into mine like a glove.
The stars above
twinkled brighter,
you did not fight
my entry nor your resolve,
as we evolved into a tidal wave.
I bled my soul into you,
you saved every drop.

Later, we skinny-dipped
in the shower-bank,
listening to the others
washing away their own salt,
playing & moaning,
savoring their own souls &
collecting drops.

She lies naked,
spread eagle
inside the circle,
glittering
in the candlelight.

Whispering
ancient-incantations
& chanting her desires,
she offers herself up,
guides me
with her circular
fingers.

And in a heightened
state of consciousness,
I awaken,
crazy with lust.

Unable to fight her,
I grip myself
imagining her treasures,
O what pleasure!

I feel her wizardry
with rapid movements,
am blown away
into another dimension,
hexed by her charms.

O my sweet sorceress,
how quickly
I succumb
to your magical ways,
so overcome
by your pixie dust!

Born to be Wild
just blasted out
on the radio.
It perked me up,
reminded me of
the road warrior days.
We lived it hard.........
preached the holy gospel,
the real one that
included free love,
strong drink,
a puff or two.

Now, I'm digging up old numbers.
I'm going to resurrect the apostles,
we walked on water,
it would cool to see
who was saved.

I am a true lover
& come from a long line
of traditionalists,
believers of the leaf-faith.

I live in their spirit
day & night,
from Yunnan
where the gold is harvested,
down to Kenya I travel,
then to Sri Lankan rainforests,
to sip the Sinharaja black brew.

I visit the czars with Kusmi,
stay with Earl Grey a bit
on those misty eves
& on some chilly days,
I relish a nice
mysterious Chai with spice.

O yes, you dear fellow imbibers,
try some Golden Monkey
& a hit of Lapsang Souchong,
PG Tips & a hot cup of Sencha Uji.
It'll certainly hit the spot,
tonight.

And at the rising
of the morning star,
tomorrow,
gently down Red Moon.

I'm perfectly fine
spewing my gutteral English,
but guys can dream.
How I'd love to speak nasally,
pronunciate just a bit
of high-Francaise.

Bonjour.

******!

I started my healthy diet
just last week.
Was going
to incorporate it
with a daily dose
of Ashtanga & Kundalini.

And wouldn’t you know it,
I pull an intercostal
the very first day
of a new routine.

Now, I’m laid up
with sore ribs, full of fish
& smelling like menthol.

A spiderweb cracks the sky
in oranges and reds
as I inhale deeply
the mountain mist,
I insist this place is Heaven.
Twenty minutes ago
the singing began
in earnest,
echoing off the white oaks,
those twisted hickories.
And in a frenzy,
Goldfinches
crack sunflower seeds
by the pound.
Oh the wonderful sound!
I love this place,
nestled near
the West Fork
of Wolf Creek.

Everybody loved me once,
they lived vicarious
& when I lost my
risk-taking ways
& had to settle down,
they hated me.

The good thing about being hated
by my once
so-called friend
is I learned the hard way
about truth
& friendship.

Foxes bark like dogs
as the morning star rises
to greet me
through blue ridge fog.

It feels as if
I have become
part of this
primordial forest,
sharing in its timeless rituals,
speaking a special language
& I bark back
to acknowledge
my gratitude.

Hold onto my hips
& use your magic
on me witchy woman.
Go ahead,
tickle my spine
with a vulture feather
& draw runes
all over my naked body.
Stab my doll
with pins
& throw dried corn
into the wind.
I want to be
a slave
to your spells,
any of them,
it doesn't really matter,
'cause you're so fine
& I want to die
in your black charms.

I want to walk
in deep space,
pull your tether
& play bumper cars
with you
under the stars
before the sun rises.

I want to engage in
manual manipulation
with you,
spin G's around the moon
& whistle rocket man tunes
while knocking your
sweet spacesuit boots.

I want to experience reentry
with you,
float on triple parachutes
& blast-off
again & again
onto your soft pad.

She is the apple of my eye,
her aura is the brighest shade of red,
such perfect symmetry,
smooth skin & so firm.

Here in my head,
I roll her around in my fingers,
she makes me squirm
& salivate in my mouth.
Her stem is sensitive,
her kiss deadly.

The ground rumbles
under the weight of steel,
churning relentlessly
onward through the pitch
as the lone whistle
trails into the night,
echoing loneliness.

I lie awake contemplating
how the conductor looks crying
so early in the morning,
twisting down the tracks
keeping insomniacs awake
with his constant
rolling thunder.

And I bet with myself
the rushing wind
cools his tears.

I truly miss
the high camp fix.
For in them,
I am closer to the sun.
It's a place where
drizzle is hail & snow,
where people who visit care,
those kindred spirits
who truly understand me
& the curvature of the Earth.
It's how we stayed grounded.

The purest stranger
in my life
has jolted me
with a million volts
of sheer-excitement.

I crave the electric-feeling
she sends through
my entire body.
I am supercharged
at the very thought
of creating static-friction
with her between the sheets.

I will be her dynamo,
will spin her turbines
like she's never felt before.
She will buzz with radioactivity,
enter another dimension,
scream for more energy
as I split her atoms
with ****-fushion.

There's something
totally magnetic,
extremely attractive  
about starting a new
sensuous-reaction
with a total stranger,
especially her.

She found herself
up against the wall,
spread eagle,
so regal
in her ******.

Water droplets cascaded
her soft shoulders
& she rode
two digits
as if it were
her last shower.

The power
she generated
was more than
she could take
& releasing alone,
she cried my name
to the tune
of her shuddering.

Unnatural
he became,
up at all hours
walking the main deck
in gales & in the calm
watching the ripples,
the birds above the ocean
for any sign of recompense.

He burned the midnight oil,
toiled with the trivial,
fought with himself
for dominance.

He had become mad,
blocking out reality
because the white fish
had stolen his leg
& in the process,
hell came knocking
to sink his ship
& to break
his black heart.

Evil does not exist in the sun,
nor lie in desert sands.
It seems they
float through space
without a shred of malintent,
survive on their own.

And are diabolical-thoughts
hatched on the depths
of the ocean floor,
do snow leopards tell lies,
does the moon carry a grudge?
Have you ever seen a dung beetle
start a crusade in the name
of the Insect God?

It seems the pagans
may have opened
doors to the natural order
without guilt & shame.

Freedom ain't free
& you want to know how I know,
I know 16 guys who left their body parts
all over a foreign desert
in countries
without freedom.

I’d spent months
working on the vector-calculations,
checking, verifying, rechecking, rechecking, rechecking
in a circular-order, a daily ritual,
infecting my mind with worry.

Such things were important,
so very critical for mission success.
A careless subtraction,
a meaningless missed-detail,
one minor error in the numbers
and my chances went up astronomically.
The chances I would not make it back,
not make it back to see all those nice things
going on down on the surface.

Strange, how your mind can play tricks on you up here,
this lonely place where dreams are made
& lost. I know she’ll be sorry when she finds out
about my mistake, but things
should have been better between us.

Sadly, they weren’t.

Cha-*****
clink,
cha-*****
clink,
cha-*****
clink,
cha-*****
clin­k,
cha-*****
clink,
cha-*****
clink,
cha-*****
clink,
"Come get some
*******!"
Cha-*****
clink,
cha-*****
clink,
cha-*****
cl­ink,
cha-*****
clink,
cha-*****
clink,
cha-*****
clink,
cha-*****­
clink,
cha-*****
clink,
"That's right,
uh-huh"
Cha-*****
clink,
cha-*****
clink,
cha-*****
clink,­
click
thunk,
click
thunk,
"****,
a freaking jam!!!"
Vrooooop,
tap
tap
tap,
cha-*****
clink,
cha-*****
clink,
­cha-*****
clink,
cha-*****
clink,
"Wooooooooooooo,
woooooooooo"
C­ha-*****
clink,
cha-*****
clink,
cha-*****
clink,
cha-*****
clink­,
cha-*****
clink,
cha-*****
clink,
cha-*****
clink,
cha-*****
cl­ink,
"Ammo......
MORE AMMO!!!"

Spiraling upward
Hypnotic like a cobra
It's toxic venom

I read somewhere there's a smart *** born every twelve seconds
& one truly sensitive person
every sixty.
No wonder there's so much insecurity around,
it's boundless.

Cigarettes & candy are great tools for propaganda.
But ***,
cancer and rotten teeth ****.
Good Samaritans my ***.

Lying here
in the darkness,
I am sending you
good vibes
across the astral plane.
I find it hard
not to refrain
my sensual-intent,
but visions of you
being bent over
trickle from the stars,
making me wonder
if your fingers
point to the Heavens.
I can only speculate
& like I said,
send you into
that special place,
a nirvana in the sky.

There's a starling
singing soprano
in the dogwoods,
such happiness.

Intertwined beings
His crown unhoods her sweet heart
Beautiful moment

She strutted her stuff
through the courtroom lounge,
dressed to the nines,
she looked fine
all in black,
filled out her outfit
like it was designed just for her,
how she walked in those heels,
I'll never know.
But with such high maintenance,
I guess you can learn anything.