I want you sweetness,
for the muse army.

O yes,
you special one,
please,
give me some fiery inspiration,
make me feel vibrant & alive,
allow me to kiss your clairvoyance,
to write genuine verse & rhyme
from my ever-beating,
fervent heart.

O darling,
won't you join?

I read somewhere
that you can tell a lot about a people
by the way they treat their animals.
The roaming beasts there were sick,
skeleton-skinny,
ravenously hungry,
and skittish as hell.
Much like the residents
in the neighborhoods we visited.
God Bless them.
There but by the grace of God go I.
I thank the Almighty 24/7
that I was spared
from living in beastland.

I am as cool as a fire,
calm like a rabbit,
mean as a dove,
angry like a priest,
loving as a terrorist,
square like a circle,
raging as a summer sprinkle.

She had a menacing gaze,
piercing-eyes
like an alley cat,
came from
two hoods over
near the Ballymun flats.

So I understood,
it wasn't too
hard to explain
the serpent that slithered
down her **** spine
& the flaming-skulls that
rolled up each arm.

It was the two angels,
one inked on each blade
that confused me.

I lie alone,
night after night
in between the days,
reading & writing
deep-diatribe
& I've cracked the ******* code
& it still hurts,
despite having partial answers,
just some pattern recognition.

I wonder what it was like,
what it must have been like
to be a bohemian,
a member of the
beat generation,
strung out on drugs
& alcohol,
falling down
in countless gutters
uttering philosophies
about simple daffodils
to unspeakable perversions.

It must have been so cool
to push the envelope
beyond the wildest dreams
& escape the ******* stupid
status quo people
who seem to just plug along.

It's crazy but true,
but a lot of them
drunken bohemians
died young.

I'm in between flights,
traveling super fast,
in metallic tubes
skirting jet streams.
I dream up there
above the clouds,
until the captain
spills his guts
on the loud speaker
& brings me back
to Earth
to write
a little ditty.

I'm putting away my Ouija board,
packing up my tarot cards
& throwing away the soggy tea leaves.
Oh, that fortunetelling eight ball *****,
too.

Who knew,
if you want to see the future,
you've got to get out and live it,
not sit around and read your daily horoscope or hang out for days
on the computer.
And that weatherman is a liar.
He said it was going to rain all day yesterday.
So I put away my picnic things and hung out
inside, hiding from the oncoming storm,
that never came.

Guess, I'll put my faith in today,
put on my running shoes
& before the sun comes up,
go for a sprint.
Maybe I'll get rained on,
in an early morning shower!

And who will be there
for you
when all the rich
handsome
soothsayers
leave with all their
******* & lies?
Ugly me &
I have
no fortune.

There are some aromas
you never forget,
like jasmine in the summer,
freshly brewed coffee
and woodfires, but
the taste of Tupelo honey
on your parted lips
is primal & trumps
any sweet scent,
it's more unforgettable.

She was a full grown woman,
& firm in all the right places,
had that **** aura,
the kind that made men squirm.

I could smell her through her jeans,
it made me dream ****** things,
wonder if she'd like a little fling
& I moved closer.

I swear I could see us
in her pretty eyes,
which flared when they met mine,
man, was she super fine.

Slowly she licked
one corner of her full lips
& that did the trick,
I was smitten,
drunk on her fragrance,
her sweet delicious pheromones.

She ran away
from her loving home
to make a statement.
Her concerned parents,
her Mommy & Daddy,
meant no real harm,
they only wanted
the music turned down low
after midnight.

Running loose outside the flock,
she became nothing
but wolves' meat,
a tasty morsel
for the horde of traffickers
making statements of their own.

And now she lies flat on her back,
has joined the growing ranks,
locked away unsmiling
in the shadows of the big mean-city.
It ain't pretty,
living in debauchery,
where piles of ***** money
are exchanged between
greedy grubby lusting-paws.

She feels the weight
of a sick world
ten to twenty times a day
& sometimes more.
It's not called love there,
it's a steady business
listening to loud music
long after the sun sets
& way past midnight,
a fallen lamb
misses home.

I told Miss Reader
that I loved to write
endless verse,
spill loving words
in torrents.
And she looked at me
and smiled and said,
"Don't fight me Dear Poet,
never fear my darling,
just hurry up and feed me,
I have a huge appetite
for sound prose!"
And wouldn't you know it,
she was right.
She swallowed
every single row,
every single line
I dropped on her
curling her toes.

It's like a real Mexican standoff out here,
people are getting edgy,
acting like they want
to mess each other up.
Elephant protectors on one side,
elephant trainers on the other,
the cops are in the middle.
It's pretty ****** evident
both sides are in love with their causes.
Still, I wonder what the animals would say
about this protest stuff,
so much of their habitat
has been destroyed....
and the humans want to ****
each other
to get their point across.

I wish you were here now.
I would whisper
sweet nothings in your ear
& you would smile.

I would give anything
to trace your parted lips with
my fingertips,
inhale your breath,
listen to your
heightend-state,
notice your blood
get heated,
go hot.

And to feel you trembling
with my magic-touch
would make my own face
crack a smile.

Our eyes would meet
& we would be silent
in our own thoughts.
That's purity in
every sense of the word.

The morning star
rises in the east
& I embrace
the start of
a sacred new-day.

I watch the terns
play in the surf,
gulls laugh
& I feel my heart
settles westerly
tonight.

I could write an epic novel,
pen volumes of scriptures,
scribe an entire
set of encyclopedias
about her.
She makes
the theory of relativity
look like voodoo science.

And with all those words,
those complex-descriptions
& intricate storylines,
she'd still be a mystery
to the universe.

It's a great thing
I'm such a prolific writer,
I'm going to enjoy
her discovery,
much.

It is an ancient act,
the disappearing
of one
inside the
petals of a sacred flower,
the succulence
is indescribable,
confounds the mystics
throughout the ages
& the poets, too.

Your sugarcoating melted
when I doused you with
a steady stream of tears,
the ones you created
by stealing my heart,
then stomping all over it
with your petty fears,
the ones you created
in your jealous mind
& by doing so, you ruined
our love-connection
with your bitter
acts of juvenile-control.

And all I ever wanted
was you, not your
mean childish side.

You & I
can be royalty.
A king & a queen
building castles,
tearing down walls,
bringing peace,
feasting on each other.

I can comfort you
in the finest array of dress,
caress your mind
with the things you adore,
show you more
than just one kiss.

And most certainly,
I'd be remiss
if I left out love
in our world of wars.

O, your Royal Highness,
my liege, my huckleberry,
please pen me something
full of sweetness,
laden with tenderness,
spilling gentleness
about
you & I.

The smell of sulphur follows me,
traces of it lingers in my hair
& people stare at me
as if I'm the devil
& despite their curiosity,
they can look all they want,
I could care less.

Whoever wrote "happy-ever-after"
lived inside a fairy tale.

Lipstick doesn't lie
&
neither do *******.

You do.

It's smeared
all over your face
&
they're missing.

Hand in hand
we strode along the Camino
oblivious to the surrounding world.
Passerbyers could not restrain
their sentiments,
greetings & farewells
escaped lips,
while ours created magic,
locked together,
swirling our tongues,
we tasted soul.

It was our last walk together
and we both knew it.
We had counted stars,
tormented iquanas,
scissored each other
to make goosebumps
& lose sleep.

All of those memories
have stayed intact,
they do not haunt me,
save one.
I remember
watching you wave
from the backseat of the bus
as it drove away,
back into the jungle.

I wished we could
have stayed there
forever, but now,
I keep you with me,
just a crumpled photograph
of your star feet.

We were born at the beginning of time
& from a swirling
mass of primordial sludge,
we came forth,

Travelling at supersonic speeds
we collided in a big bang
& created the entire universe
at our disposal.

I love creation stories and the fact
we were attracted to each other
due to gravity
& magnetism.

I walked the borders,
saw the dunes towering
& heard sidewinder noises.
Each grain of sand
tumbles
out here
in the hinterlands
& those entombed
within the gates
of the concrete jungles
with cars honking,
know not the meaning
of pure silence,
nor the
call of the wild,
the sound of falling stars,
slithery creatures.

Such back pressure
I have
at 3000 feet
down,
a real pressure cooker
I am
shooting my rig,
spreading wealth
to the drillers
of rich Texas tea.

I want to learn how to play it,
not just strap it on my back
like those counterfeit troubadors
playing it out on the fields of grass
with beautiful sweet ladies & no rhythm.
No.
I want to learn how to play it
with the desire of a rock star,
with the kindred spirits of the strings,
with the purists of the picks,
strumming with my finger-love.

Moroccan mint has soothed me
into a heightened state tonight.
The fan spins its usual melody
as electricity runs through my veins.
I am mesmerized as images of you
run through my repertoire of sensuous-acts.
Make-believe fragrances of your
sweet-essence takes me to forbidden places.
My searching-hands know no bounds as I play out
our passion play in the confines of my empty bed.
You cannot hear my deep sighs, see my sensual actions,
or feel the consummation of my fiery-desire,
but somehow, I know you know
your spirit is here in mutual satisfaction,
poles apart & a million miles away.

You say you're tough,
love the *******,
like things a little rough.
I mean,
I mean
I could leave
red imprints on your pretty bottom,
but I'd hate to ruin such fine art.
And Baby,
you are a freaking masterpiece
of lady.

I want to
compress my mouth
onto your luscious lips,
have you feel
the hardness of my tongue,
spreading you,
swirling you
with good clean fun,
until
you're done
with me,
explosively.

Last night
by telepathy,
I sent sparks your way,
one hundred million volts.

I shot them from my fingertips,
watched them arc up,
shoot deep into space.

And did you feel
more alive,
somewhat jolted,
any small piece
of my electricity
at all,
Miss Pretty-Face?

She moved me beyond words,
took me on wild rides
that made
the carnival look lame.

Her frame fit me like a glove,
I was held spellbound
in her arms,
feasted on her body,
was titillated by her mind,
I was truly in love with her.

Sadly. I never realized
how much I missed smoking,
two packs a day she did,
it was in her hair
& in her clothes
& only the Lord knows
how much I miss her badly.

Accidents don't just happen,
they'ree created
by the sacred ones
& you,
you blew me away.
Okay.
I get it,
this theory of preordination.
But could you,
could you please
just kiss me,
just kiss me again
by mistake.

O you make me ache
Miss Mistake!

Sometimes it was easy,
like a cake walk.
They'd sparkle green
in the moonglow,
and we'd light 'em up,
mow them down.
All the technology
in the world
could not
drown out
their screams.
That was hard.

So I get hypnotized
by them tv commercials.
You know the ones,
the ones that look
like you're sitting
on a sunny beach
in the subtropics
with some cute beautiful babe
wearing a white French-cut bathing suit
sitting right next to you
on a straw beach lounge chair.
There's a bucket of cold ones
with two long-necked glass bottles
full of sudsy golden liquid
and some squeezed limes lying nearby.
Like that ****'s ever going to happen.
Jesus, why do they have
to f*ck with us like that?
Those greedy corporate-types!

Though the bullfrogs sing
sweet soothing melody,
I cannot sleep.

Off the dusty
reckless trail,
my two angry-feet
stared back at me
from across my kingdom-
a claw-footed
tin-lined
copper washtub
manufactured in St. Louis
for wayward Western royalty,
just me and my feet.

From under the bubbles,
I swore there would be no trouble.
Between a thick-veneer of desert ****,
I told my toes not to be alarmed,
to hang tight,
'cause this was going
to be our night for peace.

The last thing I saw
as we drifted into serenity
was my twin 44's
hanging quietly
in my well worn holsters.

Yessum, there's were rare times
out here, out here
in the desperado-hinterlands,
where quick hands
could bury a man
and his two feet.

I felt my hands tremble
at the thought of tomorrow.
But for tonight,
this quiet peaceful evening,
me & my feet
were surely safe
from any
immediate harm.

Amen (for these peaceful easy feelings).

Do you want to know a secret
& can you keep one,
'cause I've got a story to tell,
it's so mysterious,
it will make your
imagination run wild.
I certainly can't
reveal it all on paper,
then it wouldn't be secret,
but I can give you
a few clues sweetness.

I can tell you about
Sasquatch & Atlantis
& the dark side of the moon
just for starters.
I'll even throw in
the pyramids & Jimmy Hoffa
for a treat, but
it's my heart that melts
when our eyes meet,
when our lips touch,
that's hard to keep quiet.

Sssshhhhhh, please kiss me darling.

Your scent is irresistible,
beyond the physical realm,
it makes me dream
of your sweet-nectar
covering my fingers
& me tasting
each one
on a different plane
in another world
uncontrollably.

She sits and stares
at tired eyes,
the cracks in her face,
mica reflections
of what once was
a beauty queen.

So vibrant &
full of life,
she possessed
astronomical-hope,
was a lover of stars
& moon glow,
as radiant as
a burning sun,
fun was her
middle name.

And as she gazes
at what once was
somebody's dream,
tears stream down
the still lovely
cheek bones,
that in times past,
turned heads
& created
broken hearts
like hers.

O my,
how fast
time
goes by.

She is the deepest mystery,
dropping subtle clues
in her wake, she shakes
the ground around her,
leaves the lesser
trembling in derision.

Her aura is as radiant as
all the stars in heaven,
certainly an angel,
blinds the lesser,
leaves them
cold in their tracks.

Her touch is
like the finest silk,
the lesser melt inside
her tracing,
heartbroken &
crying for more.

And with one look,
a gaze given
by the sacred,
the lesser
explode like super nova,
forever bewitched,
never,
no never,
the same.

Let loose
from the asylum,
he ran his tongue
across the pane,
while the patrons ate
with open mouths,
their jaws dropped
in bewilderment.

Stunned,
he licked away
his pain
with
a captive audience.

And when they
carted him away,
many wondered
if he was really crazy,
or just,
a practical joker.

I saw the world upside
today,
tethered
to steel,
zipping on a different plane,
higher than a soaring kite,
I did not fight the speed.

I saw malachites & cobalts,
jades & azures,
a screaming stream,
brilliant
switling
turned-up
leafy-canopies
& a few busted toes.

Don't you know.
Heaven sees us like this....
kissing the sky.

O Dear Lord,
I need to feed
my adrenalin monkey,
who's hanging on my back,
'bout to break me.

I saw the damage once.
The entry wound
split his mouth.
The exit wound
shattered his skull,
taking half of it.
Red, white, and gray
brains were splattered
on the wall behind him,
where he sat crumbled.
I ask.
Would you ever
be the same
again
after witnessing
crazy **** like that?
Pray tell.

They guzzled gallons of tequila,
screamed obscenities
at the rising tides,
saluted the splashed milk
covering the pitchest sky ever.
All was well,
the swelling was magnificent,
such nubile queens.
They scrambled to miss each wave
banging the shore
& I swore they kissed Heaven,
naked like that.
The morning brought Armageddon,
it was a nuclear zone
of sweet bodies.
I never saw such beautiful damage,
nor will I ever forget them either.

She blew into the party
like an F5,
hellbent
on making things happen,
she stood by the keg
guzzling straight from the spigot.

The ace of spades on her forearm
& teardrop painted on her face
should have been a warning,
but I always liked wild women,
especially the tornado-type.

She lived up to all the hype
& left me in the dust
& I gotta tell you,
it was worth every f'ing minute,
getting blown away like that.

Jimmy's pad
was a rockin' place.
Like small mountain ranges,
mounds of pinkish-flake
covered the mirror.

His triple beam
balanced baggies
twenty-four seven,
while his harem of ******
went from door to door,
snorting huge lines &
******* massive *****
of the wide-eyed,
strung-out paranoids.

These vampires
always seemed
on the run,
jonesing, looking
out of the windows
'till four am,
sick for more
of the blow.

Kiss me in space Darlin'
I'll feel it, want to taste it
on the same wavelength,
it will be lovely!

It was a place
where people lost time
trying to remember how to live
& it must have been a holiday,
I saw no less than four patrons
passed out cold,
faces lying in their *****,
empty bottles at the their feet
& the workers
walking around
pathetically
as if,
as if it were business as usual,
just the destruction of human souls.