One day, you're hot
like sunspots,
the next, you're cold
like frozen dewdrops.

I am blown away
by your kindness
& generosity,
blinded by your ferocity
& enamored
with your brilliance.

You're never lukewarm
nor moderate,
you're the perfect storm
touching my heart,
that I love so much.

She had Southern attributes,
making cornbread was one of them,
O how she loved them
peppermint sticks!

It runs diagonal
across the back of my neck,
three inches long,
maybe a bit longer
and it tingles
when I get the orders
from the mother ship,
strange voices buzzing,
an unknown language
telling me to wait,
to wait for their return,
to revolutionize,
to colonize this world.

He’s journeyed many a treacherous route, scuttled ancient-ships,
ridden the skyscraper-troughs of crystal-seas, hunted enemies,
alone.

He’s guided by the lamps of the Heavens, the countless stars,
the sun and the moon, calculated the astrolabe,
alone.

He’s braved hurricane winds, the triangles of Bermuda, windless days,
leviathans & squids, scavenging whites and other such hungry things,
alone.

He’s got the strength of a Goliath, keeps his tenderness guarded under lock and skeleton-key,
his wounds bleed forever in the brokenness of a self-induced solitary confinement,
alone.

He’s the truest mariner, fights black-tempests within, protects himself from overexposure,
from another broken heart,
alone.

I blew in from the camino
like a wild tumbleweed,
the smell of iquana
hung around me
like a dark cloud
as I slumped onto
the barstool &
ordered a tequila
with the worm.

The mariachi was as loud
as thirty babies screaming,
I knew it wasn't me dreaming.
In the darkness & haze,
I used my dynamite-eyes
to scan the spinning room
& I caught Lupita looking.

We ended up
on the wilder side of town
that night,
I fought three banditos
and a chupacabra,
beat the snot out of all
of them.

If it wasn't for
this Betty Boop tattoo
on my ***,
that classy senorita
would have married me,
lucky me.

Rows of oiled bodies
of every shape & size
line the shore.

From gigantic thighs
to smooth flat lines,
tons of human meat,
dot the landscape.

O what an escape,
such a wonderful treat,
to see such diversity
glistening
under the Riviera sun.

O the joy, the joy
of this life snuffed daily
by the minions
of the darker age.

Creeping,
stalking
outside in the shadows
gripping,
choking,
breaking our necks.

We sleep eternally,
our blood-stained eyes
stare in desperation,
too late for
our own resurrection
as wasted time flies…….

We wanted to start a program
and call it
climbing for the rez.
We hoped
to find serious candidates,
young people
who possessed the blood
of their great ancestors.
We had planned
to harness,
to rekindle
the warrior spirit
on high mountaintops
covered with ice age glaciers.
The lessons learned
to reach the summit
would last a lifetime.
It was an excellent plan,
a unique idea,
to truly help
fellow humans in need.
But we found no money.
It seemed no one,
not a single corporate entity
was interested
in us
helping
potential warriors
find their way.
We had to scrub the idea...

Gripping the aluminum skin
with my fingertips
is one of the hardest things to do.
It can be a bit easier if you can claw,
find a couple of loose rivets,
maybe grab an emergency door
hatch cover.
But that's tough to do,
flying at such high altitudes
at hundreds of miles an hour,
outside the main cabin.

By daylight,
they sold
burgers & chips,
the atmosphere
a bit chill,
touristy.

But at night,
things heated up.
The dance floor rocked,
the tiny rooms rolled.
They sold something
tastier than
meat and potatoes.

Many a ******
lost their pesos
to such festivities.

I sit
& face the cobra,
swaying,
unhooded,
with a smiling tongue
& we see eye-to-eye,
& he does not strike,
knowing the power
of his toxin
I sit.

I love her sweet pearl
It is the ultimate treasure
Her parted soft shells

Traditional warmth
Mix of seaweed and tofu
Appetite whetted

To taste a pretty flower,
touch-softly
& separate
her delicious sweet-petals
with such
tenderness & devotion
is the most extreme
form of Godliness,
an act made
exclusively in Heaven.

She's sweet moondust,
glows splendidly,
is hypnotic.

Her moods are fleeting,
she suffers from phases
& craziness abounds,
I can feel it
& yet,
I am totally mesmerized
by her seductiveness.

When our eyes meet,
I become intoxicated,
am so in love
with her dark
****-energy.

She makes me full,
we need to kiss &
burn the night away,
soon.

Grasping his katana,
he sits stoic,
the keeper of the wisdom,
generations passed down,
a true follower of the faith.
And her,
a maiden butterfly,
captures the true beauty
of the entire universe.
Porcelain skin & ruby lips,
her jet black hair
blinds him,
reminding him,
that love still does exist.

You zipped
from pretty flower
to pretty flower,
collecting your rare beauty.
Your wings were exquisite,
your sting so enticing.
Then you infected me
with your tasty nectar
& I'm still buzzing.

Just in the nick of time,
before we kissed
our gnarly ***** goodbye,
we got a reprieve
from two fast-movers
screaming above us
in a vertical.

We got explosive
snaps,
crackles
& pops,
such deliverance
from the diesel-smoke skies,
some guys got tears in their eyes.

It was a time of holy reverance,
a cause for celebration,
as we thanked God
for those killer
buzzsaws
bringing
total destruction
on our perimeter.
High fives all around.
Alleluia.

Who do you think you are,
stealing my heart like that,
wringing it dry,
bleeding all my veins,
gutting me like you did!?

You feel so proud,
so smug,
like you’re the greatest.
Me too, believing in karma!

It may not be instant,
but sooner or later,
it’s going to get you.

So enjoy the basking,
you still have time,
before it gets dark.

A stack of unread books
teeters, hovers
over the squeezed tube
of triple antibiotic gel
resting on my nightstand,
lying right next
to the empty cup of white monkey,
sitting on a Heineken coaster.

My electric blanket
is plugged in,
set on #2, while
my head rests
on stacked pillows,
a cool breeze floats over me.

Bastet keeps me company on papyrus
along with the raised canine
under the glow-painted
Milky Way, where
I weave stories,
minglings of half-truths
& real fantasies.

I get tired of loving the hand
& use my finger to
spread some if it
in verse, wondering
why my head buzzes me so,
or if a single soul can relate
to such an asylum,
my sanctuary.

Like lightning it hit me,
those true colors
so revealing.
The next
flavor of the month
ain't ice cream,
it's real flesh & blood,
sensitive-skin &
brittle-bones
you're tasting.

I sat in astonishment
as the delicacy
flew by our table,
its little legs outstretched,
teeth & nails intact,
it was cooked perfectly,
served in suspended-animation.

When the tourist-girl
puked at the next table,
I decided to order
the Chorizos & Rice instead.

You like it quick,
hot & thick,
high & hard.
You spontaneous little devil,
you're going to make me combust,
fill your holy lair
with torrents
of my lava flow.
And you know
all about
the fall,
you know
I would crawl
to lick your burning fire.

Time is precious,
so short
when you're
on the road
squeezing
poetic snippets
between boring meetings
with non-poets
who drink designer coffees
& wear Armani.

It drives me bananas.

Your kiss is euphoric.
When our lips meet,
a warm glow
floods over me.

I am intoxicated with
the movement of your mouth
& the motion of your tongue,
it dances with mine,
so Heavenly,
so divine.

My heart rate reaches
astronomical levels,
it is hard
for me
to catch my breath.

My skin melts in your embrace,
you have the sweetest look
on your face
when we hug like this,
one of desire & submission.

I can feel your fire
smolder &
it sweeps me off my feet.
Your fragrance is of lilac,
mesmerizing,
so alluring are
your dreamy-eyes.
I cry with joy when
we touch,
when we kiss.

Your touch is angelic,
full of electricity,
it shoots jolts of primal need
throughout my entire body.

One is never the same
after such an episode,
you are forever smitten,
bitten by sacredness.
The nicest thing on this
Earthly realm is
to be jolted
by an angel.

And you are sweet Darling,
certainly one
of those
beautiful beings.

I must confess,
I miss you terribly,
I wish you were mine.

Mister Nut Bag circled the shop
spouting off mindless diatribe,
like he was a ******* gear-Einstein,
but he didn’t know ****.

Everything he said was
total & utter malarkey,
that means some serious *******.
He looked like he hadn’t climbed since birth,
like when he climbed down from his mother’s womb
& been eatin’ carbs ever since.
A complete carb ****** he was,
certainly not a ******* hiker.

I wish I could’ve been
not politically correct,
tactless & unsavory.
I would’ve said to
Mister Know-It-All,
you fat ****,
**** a bag of *****.

I guess everybody's got their place,
arrogance has none
in our place.

It was called a summer of love,
but in reality,
it was mainly
one of *** & alcohol.

We practiced endlessly,
dulled our senses
to break the ice,
imbibed unlimited amounts
of mind twisting elixirs.

Then we'd bend each other
into sensuous body-positions
& I'd fill you up
deeply
with copious amounts
of your favorite
substance.

Too bad
there was no such thing
as sexting back then,
we could've skipped
the heavy drinking
we used for foreplay.

We really should've had
our sweet **** fun
without the use of spirits
anyways &
no hangovers
would have
been swell.

Yep, I wished we would've
had such technology,
it would've saved us
hundreds,
maybe even thousands.

I've got ten minutes to get
from the spice bazaar
down to the coffee shop.

I've counted dozens of times
the number of steps
it takes to get there,
smiled hundreds of times
at the shopkeepers,
kids going to school
and tourists shooting snapshots
of my historical homeland.

My load's a bit heavier today,
these steel *****
sewn into this vest
are going to make one helluva mess.
It's going to blow my ***** off,
but what the heck,
who needs them,
I'll have virgins
to play with.

We smuggled ourselves
on endless ribbons,
circumnavigating
towns full of iguanas.

Licking summer skies,
we displayed
kaleidoscope-eyes,
wore blue ribbons
in our hair.

Nothing compared
to the chivalry of the times,
naievity ruled us
like bosses, yet we
slayed with such splendor.

No prisoners taken,
just scars given,
along with tales,
stories from the borders,
our lives lived on the fringes,
hanging on endlessly
to lost dreams.

You think you're so bad.
Once, I stole the diamonds
off a rattlesnake's back
while he was coiled
buzzing me.
Now, I wear them
around my neck
with both of his fangs, too.
Top that tough guy!

Endless tables
spewing debauchery,
mountains of tequila bottles
piled half-empty & empty,
faces lying in ***** & nuts,
bodies strewn about
in various
poses of comprehension.

Guys in the alley
stood in a long line
for the ******
standing, her hands
against the wall.

The Federales seemed
as bewildered
as the frolicking public
& the drunk gringos
having a ball
listening to mariachis.
They had duct tape
holding their guns together,
that was surreal.

I've danced with zephyrs
in the jet stream,
gazed upon the curvature
while standing &
touched the stars
while dreaming.

So anything at sea level
seems anti-climatic at best,
is a test of patience
minus the adrenaline.

I don't seem myself lately.
I hear these crickets constantly
chirping in my head,
it sounds like interstellar-static,
a form of alien communication.

They grind their legs
in unison & play
just under the surface.
It seems,
whenever
I'm in a crowd,
no one else hears it,
does anybody,
do you?

I was going downward
into the box canyon,
meandering
toward the ancient-ruins.

Floating along
in a dream-state,
I was lost in another world,
heading to a secret place
time had forgotten
when I passed her
scuttling upward,
carrying
a heavy basket
on her crooked back.

The grizzled lines
on her brown face
ran crisscross,
deep furrows of anguish
to match her
toothless-grimace.
They told me things
most people would
never understand.

Her angry eyes
were dark sparks,
they burned holes
into my heart
I will never forget.

I've gained ten pounds
in the past thirty minutes
just watching the tube.
Pizza Hut, Taco Bell,
Denny's, Burger King,
Wendy's, Chick-Fil-A
& Coca Cola have
fattened me up
clairvoyantly.
My appetite is raging,
gonna hit the 'fridge
and eat all my leftovers,
consume 2000 more
calories than I need too.
Geez, the power of media!

I love the sounds we make,
me behind you
up against the wall
spread-eagle
playing
sensuous
peek-a-boo
& getting lost
in the moment.

She says
"Tweet me!"
Christ,
I can't even do
an Excel spreadsheet.
like
how's that going to work?

There was a time in my life
when I was an expert
at quarters.
In fact,
I was so good at it,
every time I played,
I would get more *******
than all the others.
It wasn't about love
or intimacy,
it was about being
the biggest bad ***.
But when I look back now,
it may have been about
being the biggest
drunk *******.

They are down by the seaside
making preparations
for my final departure.
Those brave souls,
brother & sister odists,
who understand such things,
are the true testaments of honor.
I see them piling
my grave offerings,
making their sacrifices.
For soon,
I will become
but a distant memory,
I will join the sacred gods,
those humble goddesses,
in the Heavens
& fall back a shooting star.
Remember me.

I remember sitting
around the tracks
with my comrades.
We were in rolling fields of clover
back then.
The doves that flew above us
had no clue
about our firepower.
We had .50 cals
and we picked our teeth
with splintered bone fragments.
To think
we even had the time
to smoke and joke
about our ridiculous nicknames
brings a smile
to my weathered-fface.
Moose was toothless,
lost them
to some drunk civilians
in a bar fight.
Wagner, the skinny one,
always cracked me up.
I miss McMinn's toothy-grin
and the way French
always wanted out,
constantly feighning his gayness.
Radosavich loved his rock and roll
and Flint sparkled from his hole
carved into the hillside.
Moore had chicks galore
and McLemore got his
divorce papers by airmail.
He went eerily silent
while Top barked ******* for us to do.
The Man was clueless,
but we protected his ***
anyways.
We had bills to pay.
I really miss those *******.
They were the best friends that ever were.

There's something **** about Texas.
I'm not sure if it's because
of the rhyming sound it has
or if it's just the letters
constructed in a unique way,
they kinda roll off the tongue.
Maybe, it's the people?

I can tell you it's a big state,
it has rolling plains
as far as the eye can see.
Real cowboys roam
all over the place,
they play with beef cattle,
drive them north
from the Mexican border
to the processing plants.

The cute girls there are tough,
it's 'cause of the drovers.
And though
they might act rough,
I've been told they blossom
pretty, like yellow roses
& are as abundant
as the tumbleweeds,
swirling in the western winds.

There's something **** about Texas.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BIRL_iu3eQM

Those times
we'd go four wheelin'
with nothing on
but the bikini top
were the best of times.

We'd jam Thorogood,
take a cooler
& disappear
way up
into the hills,
get lost in the blm lands
near skagway.

And those trips
into phantom canyon
always gave us
a chance to unwind.
Pulling offroad
up into the conifers
sealed my fate with you.

You were the perfect date
Sunshine.
With nothing on
but a red bandana,
screaming hallelujah
on the roll bar.

And there was never
anybody around,
but you
and the warblers
and me.

I woke up frantic,
calling your name
& you were gone.
It was only then
I realized you
were but a sweet dream,
a diva of the stellar night,
haunting me,
haunting me
with untold pleasures
at your leisure
& with lipstick
smeared
all over my face.

I think she’s drop dead
A fox hidden in disguise
It’s in her sweet eyes

She lay in rapture,
panting.
A coy
dreamy,
satisfied smile
painted her lips,
her tips were granite.
A sheen of salinity coated her body
like fine Welsh silver flake
& I licked every crevice
of her shapely form,
coaxed every delicious flavor
I could find,
listening to her screaming
& aching for more.

The first time I met Big Jim
was in my shop.
He walked in with a burning sage bundle,
waving it in circles above his head.
He told us he was smudging the place,
said it was sort of an
ancient cleansing ritual.
My partner told him he couldn't do that,
that it would ***** the customers,
probably wasn't good for business,
that he should put it out.
Jim just stood there
with the smoldering smudge bundle
in the middle of the store
looking dumbfounded
and sad.
I knew I was going to like the guy.

She’s been there forever,
somewhere, always
in the back of my mind,
just under the surface.
I’ve never been able to wash her smell,
extract her beautiful image,
out of my memory.

It was not those brown eyes,
those pouty-lips or her dimpled cheeks,
not even her thick crown of gorgeous hair.
It was purely chemical,
we were bound by our genetics,
engaged immediately
in the most sensual-rituals,
every single time
was as good as the last.

Those feelings flare up occasionally,
and it’s always the same thing.
My heart lands in my throat,
I can’t breathe & my blood flow
increases the tingling
down below.

And I just know,
in the back of my mind,
she still feels the same,
I can feel her, still.

Are you there
Miss Clairvoyance?

I feel your electrifying hands
reaching out to touch me,
to soothe me into submission.

I feel your weight
pressing down on me,
holding me tightly
with your finery.

I am breathless,
your sensuous conduit,
lost in a world
of extra sensory
perceptions,
feeling your
spasmodic-ripples,
inhaling your spirit.

I remember
the way it used to be.
Your pretty face so delighted,
precious-eyes tightly shut,
biting knuckles,
sighs of satisfaction,
candy-tips displaying
sheer excitement.

Spreading soft-pink,
you relished in my handiwork,
gushed your sentiments,
my tongue hidden deep
in delicious-oblivion.

I remember
the way it used to be,
you and me.

You looked so sweet tonight,
your hair was perfect,
you smiled with cute dimples
& the scarf was nifty.
Vapor drifted from you mouth,
it was that cold,
but a fire burned
inside me.

You made me
harder than a rock
& I wanted you bad,
but I didn't say a word.
Our time will come.
You know that.
I can't wait.