I counted
the pitter-patter
of incessant drops
on my tin roof
and at once,
had a revelation of you,
you crying
and praying
for a true love
to come back
your way.

I'm the original sin,
my middle name is trouble,
I'll burst your bubble
& you'll come
back for more.

I can make
your head spin,
you'll drool
all over yourself
tasting me,
it's all free.

You might think
you taste like cyanide,
but I've got you beat.
I'll sweep you off you feet
when our eyes meet!

Are you really sure
you wanna meet?

'Cause don't you know darling,
I'll poison your soul,
I'm pure,
unadulterated
strychnine!

Tell me if you like it done this way,
that's right,
hold it there,
slow sweetheart,
slow, there you go,
oh oh yes,
you have me now,
go slow sweet baby,
wait girl eeeeeasy,
ooooooh that's it,
you're so wet,
that feels awesome,
I mean really awesome,
oooooh what you do to me,
move a little faster,
that's right,
you are so nice,
lean back,
I want to see you
faster please,
let it go,
go go,
sweet baby,
faster,
give it to me,
faster faster,
I'm close darling,
getting closer,
take me there,
take me with you,
you are sooooo nice,
do it,
do it now,
yes,
yes,
yes
I'm coming,
Oooooooooo,
take me,
oh you have me,
gosh that's sweet,
you are beautiful,
I want you,
kiss me darling,
I think I love you.....
oh your precious lips....
You're so tasty,
no I don't think,
I know I love you....
do you love me too?

I think I was born crazy,
'cause things have always
looked different to me,
I've never been able to understand it.
When I tried to explain my feelings,
people would look at me bewildered,
shake their heads in astonishment
& say I was like that character
in that Zevon-song,
the one who bit the usherette's leg
in the dark,
ruined the *** roast,
killed his girlfriend
& made a cage
out of her bones.

Well, I'm really not that excitable,
no way I'd do those things,
I don't feel that way.

Like I said,
I think I'm crazy
& see just see things differently.

Or maybe,
I just see things differently
& I'm not crazy.

Perhaps,
I'm just like you,
& that's just a song.

And after reading you,
that may be it,
I'm not an excitable boy,
they had me all wrong.

She had that cute impish smile,
would flutter about
with her wings
hanging out.
And when I filled her
with my warlock-glitter,
she'd flood my soul
with fairy blood,
O such a sweet nymph!

Dreadlocked from another planet,
she bathed in pachouili,
held the universe
in irises of azure.

I found comfort
swimming
in the small
of her delicate back,
she was an expert
on pleasure.

She displayed
a skull & crissbones,
a pretty butterfly
& held me captive,
chained to her playground,
where I detonated.

And the sounds she made
above me
were out-of-this-world,
I still think I'm gone,
exploded
into another dimension.

I found a locket,
a small gold one,
in a second hand store.
The flowers were worn
on one side,
on the other
was a beautiful
cursive inscription,
"Aileen."

It had a working hinge,
a locking clasp
& on the inside
was a tiny photo,
a debonair
handsome
smiling man.
This striking gent
didn't look like
he'd be named
the inscription.

As I pondered who he was,
I began to think
how special
the keeper to this possession
must have been,
'cause people didn't smile much
way back then
& somebody
surely
made him happy.

Booting up & shutting down,
it's an endless dance
between the lit screens
on our open-laptops.

We contribute our verses
into a time & space phenomena,
wondering
if anybody will ever
really understand us.

And what really matters,
trading intimacies,
exchanging barbs,
turning each other on,
shutting each other out,
with the tapping of keys
or the push of a button.

I think
I'm going take my last sip
of sweet iced tea,
log off & go to sleep
dreaming of you.

Come to this place.
It's as ancient
as the rolling hills,
where the moonglow
ignites
heavenly bodies,
intertwined,
making love
on another plane.
Come to this place

I face the morning star,
bow each morning
praying,
praying fervently
alongside the mantis.

I hear him rub his feet,
it is the sweetest sound.

I face the falling sun,
bow at each dusk
praying,
praying religiously
alongside the crickets.

I hear them rub their feet,
it is the prettiest music.

It was overcast that summer day
long ago,
I remember
a light cool-mist
covered our faces.
The way you looked was magnificent.
You wore a straw brimmed-hat
with a single fake daisy.
Even the way you baited my hook
was hot.

Intertwined,
kissing,
in the relentless surf,
she accepted
every angle
of her
wonderful predicament
& he
on the other hand,
was willing and able
to dish out his very best,
glistening,
stoking coals,
in and out
under the moonlight
casting a pale light
on their romance,
they wished on falling stars,
listening to the shoreline
lap continuous-waves
& soft whispers.

Who am I to question the ways of the world,
as if my place on the planet is any more or less.
I confess, certain things are troubling,
but maybe that’s just to me & not to you.

Can we ever be tolerant of one another?
Can we not be at peace
with the wickedness
& why are we so angry,
want to ****
at the drop of a hat?

I can disavow & even disown,
but the very
bones of my body
will still cry out,
moan for
some relief
from all this piety.

And surely karma will reap
what one has sown.

Peach burns in the western sky
as darkness plunders the hills,
leafless trees stand
like a row of dead soldiers
along Galley Road,
a quiet testament
to a different time,
an era of content,
now gone.

The faint sound of singing crickets
guides my way along the path
under the glow of full moon light,
I walk slowly along granite
smelling fresh jasmine,
beautiful open blossoms,
inhaling the starless night.

I was a rebel once,
fought the law
more than enough,
had my scrapes
and always lost.
If the system wants you,
it will gobble you up
and spit you out for sport.
And I'm told by an ancient proverb
to get back up eight times
after being knocked down seven.
But what if Heaven does exist?

O sweet mama,
I’ve drank enough whiskey
to stop an advancing army,
smoked enough ****
to seed the entire universe
with happier thoughts,
trying to **** my blues.

O little sister,
if you only knew of
the sunspots on my heart,
the ones blackened by my aches,
you’d be drinking and smoking too.

O dear lady, I cannot be happy
hurting anyone,
anymore!

My babe is the sexiest kitten I know,
she's meeker than a lamb & bolder than a lion,
there's no denying, she's tastes like the sweetest ****,
captures my heart with everything she does,
I feel her genuine love for me,
all the time.

I'd be lying if I told you she was mean,
there's not a single bone like that in her body.
She's never shoddy, she dresses to the hilt.
From her birthday suit to her tight fittin' jeans,
everything about her is so doggone cute.

She's a romancer & a fantastic dancer,
the way she moves is smooth like butter,
her undulations are exquisite & exotic,
she wins all the awards for being ******,
nope, definitely not neurotic,
yep, hypnotic.

Oh sure, she can cook & sew & keep a clean home, but she's so much more than all of that.
She knows what you need to know about motors & tools & paint & plumbing & guns, too.

I dream about her a lot,
know how supercool she is,
she's so much fun when
she comes alive
out of the lonely
recesses of my mind,
day and night.

I never miss her kisses,
'cause I just make them up
& whenever I want another,
there's no reason to fight her,
she smothers me with a lot of them.

Above me,
I feel your hunger
devouring me
from my crown
downward,
you swallow
my soul
& I taste
the sweet dewdrops
you bring from heaven.
Do you feel
my thirst
below you
lovely flower?

She was born a real go-getter,
gorgeous,
amazement spewed from her eyes,
open to whims,
she gave everybody a peek inside
& what did they do
but scoff her,
used her
again & again,
they washed away their sins
& she,
left out in the cold,
lost all hope,
her flicker faded
& she became part
of the brutal
jaded-world
that offers
no consolation
to worn-out beauty.

The after effect
of those deep inhalations
was as if time stopped.
I stepped out
from the lava lamp light
& into the brilliance of the kitchen
to fix myself a chicken salad sandwich.

I had never noticed the green tile in there before,
it accentuated the granite countertop,
brought out the grain on the door,
made the place look tranquil.

When I got back
to my beanbag chair,
I was sandwich-less
& wondered if I had actually
eaten one or had just
dreamt about it.

Then I noticed the lava lamp
was in full eruption,
it made my skin
look like the surface of the sun,
the walls look like hellfire,
and my sweetheart
a hot goddess.

When I awoke the next morning,
I knew I must of had some fun,
my stash was gone,
the *** bottle was empty
& my babe was asleep
buck naked,
wrapped up tight
right next to me,
which no joke,
meant I had toked up a storm, probably got drunk
& said **** Don Juan things.

Well you see,
she doesn't smoke or drink,
why else would
she have stayed with me?!

O sweet miss,
you
kiss me
with your fiery words,
construct sensuous-stanzas
that make me sweat,
think you're so,
so,
so
burning hot.

But even cold air
can make my ******* *****,
make me shiver & shake,
feel frozen like ice.

So darling,
get down & *****,
inject somthing really nice,
deliver the sauce,
scribe me
some more sensuality,
unload on me.

Show me sunshine,
what you've really got,
pen me something
that'll make me bake,
quiver & explode,
quake the Earth
beneath
my frigid feet!

Smothered in deliciousness,
I look up to see flashback-images,
the finer points worth living.

And in my speechless moment,
my mouth tastes in waves,
the nectar of the goddesses,
raw and pure, like
her fine sweet-memory.

It's so invigorating,
this California breeze
blowing in through
the pretty redwoods,
& my open window.

O, I just love lying here,
stretching my toes
& waking up
to a brand new day
in a strange bed
& feeling so alone.

But
it doesn't really matter
I guess,
I confess,
I'm kind of used to it
by now,
used to loneliness
following me
everywhere I go.

I could care less about the value
of pork bellies & platinum.
And I don't give a rat's ***
how much they make.

If the Earth wants to hiccup,
it can spit them right out,
ruin their day
& take their trillions with it.

She struts serpentine,
moves seductively,
floating across the room
with nothing on
but white flowered-lace.

O Sweet Jesus,
she knows her reward!

So why,
why oh why,
does she torture me
this way?
Why.

The crescent moon
smiles
above
the barren trees
at me
overtaken
with loneliness.

I listen
to water
stream over granite
and weep
for her love,
what we
once
were.

An auditorium of people,
I wade here
in this place,
a pool of strange faces
& the organizers act as if
we've got nothing better to do.
Imagine this,
a five dollar per diem
for wasting my time.
This process seems as
messed up as the system.
But then again.
there could be trials
without jurors,
then we'd really be ******.

Delicious-traces
still linger
on my tender-fingers.
But pace yourself darling,
I want to see that same look on your face,
again.

Everyday they were there,
like clockwork
they were showered
with candy,
always smiling,
thumbs up America.
Then one day,
we heard the explosion.
It shook the ground in ripples.

Thank God
they detonated early,
before the patrol.

Shortly thereafter,
we left our enclosure
with our full loads.
What a nightmare,
****** carnage,
a horrible disaster.
All that was left,
from what we could tell,
were clumps of their bodies parts,
which included two sets of
bare children's feet.
It was more legitimate proof
of what we called
the radicalization
of the younger generation.

We were trained killers,
could break bones
with our hands.

We'd blow into bars,
belly up to the tender
& order whiskey
'till our heart's content,
get pretty wasted.

And why not?
For in a moment's notice
we could be dropped into harm's way,
surrounded by enemy combatants,
intent on killing every one of us.

We had nothing to ******* lose.

The general public
had no clue
who was drinking next to them.
It was a good thing
we never reacted to their
childish taunts,
it wouldn't have been pretty.

We'd just smile,
nod our heads &
act like we were idiots.
Stupid *****.

Baking in the sun
A creature met the maker
Buddha rolled over sad

I sat on Drake's Seat
& spied the entire fleet,
including the flagship
& thought how those sailors
didn't need such a place
to view their plunder,
they had modern radar.

Haunted now,
I finally understand
what he meant
when he crooned
about the river.
For there,
I felt Louise’s breath,
just the way he described it.
I floated away &
holding her pretty face,
I learned about love,
the angst,
the pure sadness
of broken dreams.

From time to time,
on these short days,
during these long
lonely nights,
I return,
Drift
Back
Down
to the river,
our kissing-place
& I remember,
how I grew up
in her arms,
& she,
she  
lying under me,
trembling,
grinned
from rosy cheek to rosy cheek.

Thanks Bruce,
for taking me there
in song.

Your sweet kisses felt so right
& I miss them so much,
I think about them
all night long,
touching the void
between us.

Only 22,
blind & legless,
missing one hand
& half his skull
is replaced
with acrylic,
he's a real
modern marvel.
It makes me sick,
this war on terror.

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.

You know things
most others don't.
I move serpentine,
perpendicular,
slithering
across the floor,
coiling myself
around
your brutal heart.
Constrictor-like,
slowly I squeeze,
until you blossom.

I am getting that hankering again,
that calling,
that buzzing feeling.

The symptoms of wanderlust
are permeating,
entirely throughout
my yearning body.

I hear them calling,
the tidal pools & stars
& I must go,
I must go soon.

I can disassemble
an automatic weapon
in the dark,
pull a pin on a grenade,
set a claymore mine,
drive a twelve-ton tracked
& Humvee vehicle.

I can also use my hands
to ****.

Thanks Mister Government
for these great life skills,
unnecessary things
I'll never use
on the outside
to make a clean living.

The heating blanket is my friend,
it keeps me warm in my cocoon,
safe from the cool drafts
of the spinning fan,
who keeps me company,
constantly circulating
the stale air
hanging around,
above me
in my empty room.

I watch the palm trees blowing,
visualize the white crystal sands
& I've seen those golden-liquid
television commercials.
Jesus pretty woman,
I smell the sea.
And when I think
about the beautiful dip
between your hip bones,
I get drunk
thinking
about rocking your soul.

Colds sweats awaken me,
I rise breathless
with visions
of jagged trails
& camouflaged
face paints
& L-shaped
ambushes.

Go ahead,
you castaway,
spread your arms
wide open,
embrace the sun,
kiss it,
stroke the wind
with a fiery-spirit,
spin wildly,
mold yourself
into a new galaxy,
let your mind
create
a bigger universe,
you have the energy,
you have mystical ways
& you know you do.
So smile you.

I want your dreams
& I desire to taste
the saline that fills
the riverbed
of your pretty spine.

For you,
you Dear Woman,
are the finest river
I have ever seen
& the contours
of your
beautiful countryside,
I want to follow.

I woke up,
sometime
in the middle of the night,
delirious,
on fire
for her
& I gripped
my imagination,
frenzied,
I swept myself
far away,
into another dimension,
beyond the clover fields.
I streaked across the room
& stardust trailed
my genetic-reaction.
I was covered
in tiny beads
of raw emotion,
like tiny fireflies.
Twinkle twinkle
little bugs.

I used to talk too much
& when I saw your eyes,
I knew I was hooked.

Yes, there was something
about your flawless skin
& when I looked up
from between your
healthy thighs,
I saw the excitement
on your pretty face
& I was at a loss for words.

Always have been
ever since.

I see your kerosene fire
burning
on a distant shore
& there are no ships
coming,
you left me cold.

O these tender,
delicate,
intimate
moments
with her!

I lie face deep
in her beauty,
frolicking through
her lovely-petals,
kissing her wantonly
inside her open
receptical.

I am a witness
to her glory,
such sweet swollenness
unfolding in raw splendor.
And with a mouthful of her pistil
& my eyes fixated,
I tenderly swirl her style,
gently nibble her stigma
around her white filaments,
taste magnificent anthers
loaded with
her sweet
delicious pollen,
I feel her explode
into the wind.

O thank you
Dear Lord,
I swallow Heaven,
which quite simply,
is sublime.

She brings out the best in me,
always does,
especially when she wants me
on a moments notice
& I oblige.
pushing her lace aside,
I abide inside
her deep love
& satisfy
her desireous ways
with some of my own.