He was larger than life,
gregarious & humorous,
he loved the culinary arts
& never missed a meal.
Everything he ate,
was way over the top.
Incessantly,
he would gorge on
all the rich foods,
cram his mouth full
of cheeses and sauces.
Cheesecake and cookies
were his favorite companions.
What delicious comfort foods.
They helped balloon up.
He reached almost
a quarter of a ton.
So, it was no surprise
when his heart finally gave out.
What was shocking
was how he was reduced
to such a small amount
of funeral ash.

There are no monopolies on pain,
this loneliness
& if but for a brief moment
of human connectedness,
a chance to kiss the stars with another,
the fall would be worth it,
all over again.

There’s a spirit living deep inside of me
that cannot be stifled,
it carries a weathered canvas pack,
wears woolen gloves
with holes in the fingers,
it’s denim has worn out knees,
boots are cracked leather,
topped with a faded red bandana.

It has sat in jungle downpours,
crossed wide oceans of blue,
tasted sand in the desert winds,
camped on sacred burial grounds,
seen the curvature of the Earth.

And if you knew its ways,
you’d swear it was created in pure love,
which can never die,
it can only leave footprints,
my spirit.

She was stellar,
genie-like,
could pick up blueberries
with her lips.
That was some feat.
Magical.
Sweet.
Stella.

She's a mean spirit
Been that way for a long time
Karma is a *****

I remember the fishhook incident,
it happened back in the
Vesper War,
a time of great apprehension,
especially for the Vespers.

And us veterans
will never,
we cannot forget
those ****** encounters
with our maker.

I am just glad I survived
& we never met.

I dream to be a space cop,
plop myself into
a supersonic hovercraft
& draft Milky Way speeders.
I'll leap from constellation to constellation, bypass
the Internationl Space Station
& write millions of citations,
one for each star-car,
keep myself busy
for all eternity.

Right there doll,
hold that position,
wait one minute.
Ohhhhh that's right.
Maybe two.
Let me get the lighting
on your precious skin
just right.
Fight it.
Strike it.
I want to shoot you
deep in that pose.
curl your toes.

We are all puzzle pieces
to some grand picture,
a scheme made just for us,
before the big bang,
before our parents
had dreams about us.

Can we, do we
see it more clearly
from table level,
six inches,
eight, maybe
thirty thousand feet,
from beyond
the stratosphere?

Eternal questions will
continue to haunt
our hearts,
our minds,
our bodies,
our souls,
the very essence
of our
sacred-beings.

I want to fly,
soar forever with Eagles,
ride starships,
view the wonder & splendor
of the the part I play,
my piece,
through a crystal kaleidoscope,
carried on the back
of my guardian angel.

Ancients stare down
silently,
sitting atop
the inscripted stelae
from across the plaza.
Icy winds rip
the Altiplano
& if you listen,
listen hard enough,
you'll hear
them whispering
the sacred code.
I've heard them twice,
it gripped me &
I stood frozen in my tracks
to hear the condors
sing primordial tidings.

All of us treated them like lovers,
meticulously disassembling
them as if hypnotized,
caressing each part
with special lubricant
& laying out the pieces
like a rock collector.

We'd take our
own sweet time
reassembling them,
part by part,
snapping & sliding,
building
our killing machines
to completion.

Then to test our work,
we'd **** and release
and squeeze,
to hear the distinctive
click of a dry fire.

Fragrances swirl around me,
coils of smoke
unfold and float
into the heavenly-atmosphere
surrounding me on my unfurled mat.

Using my third eye,
I gaze upward,
into the brilliant stars,
my hands configured
in a sacred-mudra,
finger to thumb,
& all knowing.

I am whisked away
into another world,
to a humble place,
where our beautuful-minds
are everything,
the supernovae of all humanity,
stripped of our vanity
& reverent.

Slide your fingers
over & around
yourself
spreading soft-petals,
slipping inside
to remind us
of that moment,
that moment when
nothing else matters,
but the survival of
our beautiful species,
you & me,
this love.

Golden Bears & those Delawares,
Gay Paree was in the mix.
Now it's those hamsters...
**** it,
three kisses.

Wearing matrix-like dark-suits,
these perpetual clubhangers
sport techno-designer-buzzcuts,
standing replicants
smoking
eternal cigarettes
with thin lips
& shaded-eyes.
Accents emanate
from their smooth tongues
& they look so young
in the moving light,
groovin' on less than
a hundred luft balloons.

I took the Sanyo,
rode the Mizuho
to Hakata
& saw three vampires
smoking ****.

Their lips
were twisted,
sneering
blood red,
with heads
lost in a cloud
of nicotine-fumes.

And before
they had a chance
to consider me,
I exited the bullet
& was gone.

You said I made the best mint parfaits,
was part of the cutest couple
wearing my urban cowboy duds
with the sous chef.
We'd immerse ourselves in the suds
at the ritual roundup,
stick amyl nitrate inhalers
up our noises & wait for the rush
to take hold.
I was never bold enough
to cross over the line,
enter never never land
& besides,
it really wasn't my style.
But I'm told
those were the days,
the days when we'd smile
wider than the universe.

Full moon glow gives life
Float from neck to neck biting
Yours looks inviting

You have more than love
written all over
your glistening
pretty-face.
My name in cursive
looks quite nice,
ohhhhh.

In disguise,
they seem attracted to me,
buzzing all around me
endlessly
in love
with droplets
of my blood.
And when they swarm,
I swear
they want my soul.

The patterns are quite clear,
especially if you know
how to decrypt,
how to untangle the web.

It's not brain surgery,
there's no mystery
to your creation
of self.

And you cry,
you cry
the sweetest sounds,
lamenting your downfall
and how could you.

And they,
they love
to have it so,
inhaling a world of pain,
wanting you,
while you smile,
holding strings.

I was in heat
with you
wearing your cotton dress
see-thru,
you were bare
underneath,
an enchantress
& you took me
visually,
a seductress,
I went down hard
& you took me
away
forever.

Down the hall a baby cried
& the honking noises
out in the street
immediately
brought me
back to my senses.

Stagnant putrid air
hung in the air
like a wet towel
& static neon flickered
as you lay deep in the pillow,
a beautiful contorted face
dripping spittle
& sawing logs.

My disguise had worked
perfectly,
I had gotten the drop on you,
getting so much more
than I had bargained for
& I knew
I'd never turn you in.
No way,
not after the sin
we had produced,
I wanted more.

I miss the hard breathing,
the gulping of frozen air,
the chunks of blood
spitting up from my dry lungs,
headaches & hypoxia,
the chronic lack of sleep,
& the holding of hands
with my mates
in the jet stream.

You chunky girl,
a bit pinkish
you are
around
your hardened
edges

I love
inhaling you,
just to feel
the instant rush
of your smoky nature.

And I get crushed
when
you
leave
my aching body.

The white pico
has appeared
for generations,
ever watchful,
an anxious lover,
hovering
since the ice age.
And now,
the mouth-watering
fragrance
of corn tortillas
& the primordial odor
of ***** chickens
wafts
through the alleyways
of the city
under the mountain.
Somewhere in the distance,
I hear a baby's cry
& the sound of mariachis.

I descended along the spine,
while half the world slumbered
and the rest blundered,
counted every star
in every constellation
& made a pact
with the starry heavens.
I called it an atonement,
an atonement
for reoccurring sins.

Playfully looking up,
I run around in circles
with my mouth wide open,
trying to catch the dew drops
dripping off the needles
before the sun wakes up
to steal them away.

I used to think I was the toughest
guy on the planet.
I was invincible.
Nothing could stop my risky ways.
I was going to climb it,
fight it, slam it,
love it any
way I could.

And that's how I played it,
***** to the wall,
full tilt boogie,
crankin' it up to the max,
all the time.

Oh yeah, I did find success,
I found trouble too.
I've eaten humble pie,
cried myself to sleep,
spent thousands on big mistakes
on more than one occasion.

Traffic tickets,
scars & broken hearts
seemed my mantra.
Those things have
taught my *******
that stupid ****
can't last forever.

I'm on my way back from the abysses.

I love to watch her rise,
gaze into her amber eyes
from afar,
reflecting their beauty
as she draws her bath,
exposes her porcelain,
flawless
lovely-orbs
to the droplets.

And from
my vantage point
hidden,
I watch her sweetest moments,
fold upon fold,
I am held spellbound,
breathless
to her tender caresses,
lost in the rain
& crying joy.

Endless droppings,
the bleedings of broken hearts
swirling down
onto parchment
for posterity.

Yet in reading,
we see similar things,
patterns of ansgt,
unwavering,
unchanging,
seemingly
forever.

And constantly
we're told,
"That's the way it is."
And we believe them,
picking up, carrying on,
it's the "Same 'ole, same 'ole."

And we remain,
still alone,
always wondering
why
we never learn,
why we
yearn for something better,
something that
may not ever be.

Sweet melodies
swirl around me
like nag champa
in my stronghold,
this sacred place,
keeping me serene,
under the glow-stars
which never twinkle.

Kiss me,
kiss me in your dreams tonight.
You will get no fight from me,
but please make sure you mean it.
It's getting late,
I'm starting to doze,
so kiss me, kiss me!
I promise you Darling,
Lord knows,
I will reciprocate.

Sweet dreams Sugar.

Loneliness slithers,
constricts like boa,
restricting breath,
Heartbreaking,
near death.

There is nothing like the sweet
blossoming of a pretty flower.
So spectacular to watch
in her full splendor,
the unfolding of soft-petals,
tantalizing,
mesmerizing & radiant,
she is the artwork of the gods.

And how can a mere mortal man
describe such a sacred fragrance?
A primordial blend
of raw musks,
intoxicating &
delicious,
the succulent flavor
shakes the very foundation
of one's soul,
it stirs my heart to madness!

Such a sensuous elixir,
her matchless taste,
so satisfying,
so pleasurable,
it warms my inner core
right down to my very marrow.

And who can think about tomorrow?
For at this precise moment,
I long to swallow her
pleasing-moistness
with great earnestness,
a zest,
a drunkenness
prepared for me
by the arctitects of the heavens,
the universe of love.

And I should be so gentle,
to protect & to pamper,
to cherish her &
be careful not to crush
her magnificent-beauty.

For such a wonderful gift
is not for me to squander,
lest I wander
alone
for the rest of my natural life,
perish brokenhearted
& emptyhanded,
without a single flower,
held between
my tender fingers.

I remember sitting outside
the steel-tracks,
hidden under the nets.
Stars would peek through
the fluttering radar-resistant leaves
& an occasional warthog
would do a flyby.
We'd smoke (not literally) & joke,
tell funny stories to keep our morale high.
Every now and then,
we'd talk about a dead comrade
or a lost sweetheart.
I never let them boys see me cry,
but I did,
usually in the bent arm
of my ACU's.
Sometimes my armor would catch a drop.

It's not the strange
voices in my head
telling me
what devious
things to do.

I swear,
it's the solar flares
that make me
****.

You could tell she
was really someone special,
walked as if she floated on air,
wore her sheened-hair
in abundance,
wrapped it flowing
all around her sweet pretty face.

The bandana & pretty flower,
indeed were an attractant,
but the real grace was
in her penetrating-eyes,
they glowed brightly,
peered right into your soul,
melted your heart
with unspoken kindness.

Her feminine thighs
spoke volumes &
the other guys were listening,
stood speechless,
surrounding her,
mouths open in awe.

Her voice sounded pure nightingale,
not too high-pitched, but rather
an alluring melody & hypnotic.
She wore her **** clothes
to accentuate her finer details,
******, borderline exotic,
all the others paled
in comparison.

She was so fine,
genuine heaven
on two tiny feet,
first-rate all the way
& somebody else's date,
that was the problem.

Tune into my wavelength,
listen to the stars,
tap your keys with your heart,
I can hear your voice
over the din.

I read about time & chance,
it happens to all of us,
there's no reason
to wallow in the mire,
to linger alone.

Let your fingers guide you,
I am listening to
the sounds you make
in the silence of space,
where supposedly
nobody listens.
They lied about desire too.

I can be want you want.
But who am I
you crave.
I am not vanilla,
I am not chocolate,
I am not even strawberry.
I am sweeter than those things.
You need to look further
than
the calling
of your sweet tooth.
Let me enlighten
your beautiful mind.
I think you will find
more than a fine dessert
when you ******* desire.

I was diseased
before I was spawned,
this affliction
called love,
was it sent from above
or way down below?

Who knows,
was I conceived
in a drunken stupor,
during a drug-induced
beach escapade,
in the afterlude of
a romantic dinner?

The fact is,
my Mommy spoke,
I'm a sinner,
like the rest of us,
the church lied.
How high do I have to jump?
I broke through the placenta,
magenta & blue,
like my Daddy.

Okay sugar, you there
with the pretty-eyes,
let's get down to business,
I'm gonna let loose,
kiss me please,
I wanna get
right down in
between
your succulent
juicy-thighs.

You have to realize,
I was rocking in the free world
before Neil wrote the lyrics.
So calm down,
there's no need
to get hysterical,
we can do it right here darling,
let's get frisky
on the ground,
you on all fours.
Ooooh, I need to seed you,
wipe that frown
off your precious face.

I can give you
anything you want,
slow & methodical
or fast-as-lightning,
bang bang rapid-fire,
you inspire me
to go even higher.

I can smack your sweet ***,
chug sassafras
& the way you gyrate
makes me want to
last even longer.

We were built for this,
a match made in Heaven,
I think I love you.
Judt say you wanna grind
& I'll oblige you,
be ever so kind
to fill you to the brim
of your tasty luscious ****.

And what do you think
the straw's for.....after dinner drinks?

Mark seemed to have it all,
a beautiful wife,
two strapping sons
& he was always out to have
serious
good clean fun.
A hellacious paddler
& consummate fisherman,
always teaching his boys
a higher standard
& fulfilling
his honey-do lists.
So naturally,
it came as a big surprise
when he asphyxiated
himself with carbon monoxide
in his own driveway
during broad daylight.
It tore us apart actually.
At the funeral,
his wife told me he had seven stepfathers.
I never knew that,
but maybe,
just maybe,
he thought he was a failure
when his wife filed for divorce
the morning of his departure,
and he couldn't live with that.
The thought of his own children
growing up like he did,
it must have been hell.
Perhaps
the mystery will never be solved,
but just the same,
all I can think about
is the damage,
the other hell
he left behind.

She has all the suitors
drooling,
lined up like tin soldiers,
waiting for her commands.

And on the sacred battlefield,
like a bold knight of old,
an infiltrator
crawls to her defense,
making sense
of her sweet-code,
the ones encrypted
on her soft walls.

And she is taken.

The lazy fan drifts
over me like her gentle fingertips,
nag champa wafts the chamber
& I am mesmerized
by her sensual image
floating above me
in her full spirit.

A queen of the Kama sutra,
I drive her skyward,
pinpoint her cosmic place
deeply
& tremble in waves,
a slave to her,
completely
in nirvana.

The jade dragon
watches over
the running
hot cascade
under my fat Buddha,
who shows his heart.
Split malachite
carries the offering.
It's a steamy sanctuary,
this place I rest.

You do whatever you please,
so go,
where ever
you go,
please,
go.

She electrified me
on the beach that day.
An aura hung around her
near the keg,
where she sparkled,
was the consummate hostess,
impressed me with her cute smile.

Of course the French-cut suit,
voluptuous curves,
dimpled cheeks,
& shapely legs
had nothing to do
with my immediate attraction.
It was her mind
that did it.

I overheard her talking about
artificial languages
and algorithms.
It seemed like
she really knew what
the hell she was talking about.
Oh, she wore a Stanford
baseball cap, too.

What a hot babe,
that's my kind of girl.
She drinks beer,
is a great hostess &
way smarter than me.

I wish it was you lying
next to me snoring,
but it's not.
I'm just surrounded
by the paper thin walls
of a flea-bag motel
on the outskirts
of *** **** Egypt
listening to
the crumbling walls
of my broken heart.

Cleansing droplets
slowly roll down
my nakedness,
tickling,
titillating
all the steamy places
& with fiery motions
& heightened gasps,
I succumb,
explode
warm velvet
into
her fine vision,
this showery
dream of mine.