You reach out to touch somebody
and they're not really there,
only words
spiraling through fiber optics,
they can't mend a broken heart.

A soft kiss & the taste of her
is a real start, every night
I witness the constellations,
wishing to see another star,
fall to Earth.

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 lied
so beautifully
with your legs
cocked up like that.

Your hair lay
all around you,
like a holy cushion,
you were pushing me
to discover love.

And with your fragrance emanating
strongly from your pretty thing
& my hormones raging,
I placed my heart inside you.

It was dear girl,
the finest I ever knew,
do you feel my beat.

I remember you,
I remember you in a state,
a state of total nirvana.
You lay trembling
in a universe far away,
and I connected your dots
with tender kisses,
every single freckle
was a different galaxy.
And I was discovering
the big bang theory
with you,
the meaning of
quantum physics,
explosiveness
deep inside,
way deep inside,
your sweet lovely portal.

O Dear,
O Dear,
won't you meet me
in the broom closet,
to discuss politics.
This is not trick,
it'll be etter in there,
there's nothing to fear
& no one will bother us,
'cause we have such a ***** office.

I am surrounded
by a **** accent here,
rare beauty
in a flowered blouse
& holey blue jeans.
Her explosive
radiant-eyes
invite me in.
I trace her outline
in my mind,
thinking about
good clean sin,
stay seated
grinning
& discussing
just the weather.

When I was younger,
I hated cooties,
didn't want any.

Now I'm a bit older,
not afraid of intimacy
& a bit more wiser.

And I want all the cooties
she can dish out.

I want to lie dead
on your stainless,
be subjected
to your handiwork,
feel the magic-touch
of your skilled hands.

So please proceed
Miss Specialist,
let yourself go,
saw my skull cap off
& open my head,
grab my grey matter,
weigh my brains,
stain your rubber gloves
with my blood!

Flood my steel bed
with my body fluids,
remove my eyes &
dissect my tongue,
split my rib cage open
and reach right in,
cut and rip,
slice and dice
all of my vital organs,
hold my heart aloft
& shout "victory"
my love!

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.

Did anybody feel the Earth move today?

We spin around the sun
running to and fro,
hurtling in space
at twenty thousand
miles-per-hour
and nobody seems
to notice a thing.

Did anybody feel the Earth move
today?

I could write
encryption
& who would understand
such hidden meanings?

Those dead dragonflies
littering a bamboo mat
& violent cracks appearing
on dangling crystals.
What of those ravens
sitting on elastic wires
bending in the wind,
cawing the sins
of their fathers.

And those proud faces,
those red-haird harpies
injecting salt,
singing long
into the night,
ballads of the brokenhearted.

I would write
encryption,
and who could understand
such hidden meanings?

Ravens came to me
in the dead of night,
dancing
in ancient-ritual,
their chiseled beaks
spoke greater mysteries.

Do these harbingers,
these mystic-birds,
feathered-keepers
of the the deeper secrets
of the universe
bring me ill omens
with this cryptic dance?

Unanswered,
I lie here alone,
breathless & wondering
if she sees the same message
from these swirling black oracles.

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.

Nag champa burning
Down dogs climbing high mountains
My inner spirit

We both knew it was wrong,
so risque,
but we did it anyways.
I want more.
Just say when,
darling.

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.

You smothered me
in kitty-pleasure &
I couldn't breathe,
could only taste
your feline-treasure.

O Baby, I loved
every single minute of it.
So, let's do it again,
hop on at your leisure,
all night long!

O yes Dear Lady,
don't be a Fraidy-Cat,
that's right,
just like that,
who needs air,
when they've got
you to please,
Pussycat!?

Not me,
Meow!

She's not a big city girl,
lives just outside it
on the outskirts,
where living
them slickers say
is not as tough
as the mean streets.

But she can skin a ****,
bale hay all day long &
knock a bottle off at 40 yards.
I saw her once run
up a thousand granite stairs
like an Olympic runner
& she picks tomatoes
by the bushel.

And at night,
when the moonlight
comes around,
I can smell her sweet cornbread,
she feeds me just right,
tames the beast in me
& that ain't easy townies.

We took the river boat all the way
up the Rio *****
to find the monkey rehab,
some said it was a loonie bin
for problem simians.

And you,
rebellious you,
always breaking protocol,
carried your wares
with you instead.
Did you not realize
the howlers
break the rules too?

Good God, it was the craziest scene.
Two wild ravenous fanged-monkeys ripping
threw your stuff like a whirlwind
spun out of control.
But I bet,
you didn't want that Nikon anyways?!
I wished I'd taken a picture.
Priceless.

You make me feel superhuman Darling.
From my head in the clouds,
way down to my toes on the ground,
you know what makes me tick.
And when you allow me the pleasure
to be on top,
I get weak,
succumb deep inside,
deep inside
your sweet kryptonite-body.
O Please,
though I'm weakened,
don't stop!

Think of me
always,
I am
the sweet donut glaze
you crave
on your hungry lips.

I lay here alone
with
the tube playing baseball
& I think
about the itsty bitsy spider
spinning up there
in the corner
of my room
& I wonder
if it sports
a little bitty grin
watching fly *****.

****.
She put a new twist
into her demeanor  today.
She slipped out quietly
during our lunch break
and came back with
a huge impish smile
on her pretty face.
It was then I noticed
her bra had disappeared
and her assets
had became riper.
Mine too.
Totally.
****.

She looked great in subdued lighting,
but when it got a bit brighter,
she looked majorly rough,
had a back covered with zits
& big puffy eyes,
as if she cried a lot.

She made her money,
bug bucks & lots of it
from the drunk boys
visiting from
down at the base,
wrapping herself
around a pole
with the rest
of the party girls.

The guys would fight
for a  front row seat,
just to see her bottle trick,
which, when I thought about it,
was actually a little sick.

They called her Double Diamond,
but her name was actually Joyce
& she was trouble,
was in and out of jail a lot.
The last time was for retail theft
& the time before that,
the accidental death of her ex.

I got the vibe
never to ****
with her,
only to watch
& that's all I ever did, once.
Thank God,
I heard she tripped out
last year &
shot three dudes
after her final show.

Darned computer glitch!  :D

The frustration of computer glitches

One minute,
he's passing out candy
to the local children
and within an hour
he's ******* his M4,
spitting lead at hostiles,
dialed into killing them.
It's no wonder he got inked
with dual scorpions,
one on each arm,
before he rotated
back home.

We are broken,
do we cry
for broken people,
for ourselves broken,
for broken flowers,
do we cry,
how broken we are,
I cry.

Breathing through my nose
A pyramid base feels nice
Earth connection time

Stories abound
about such things,
strange sightings,
miracles &
traditional tales
tell about
the power of the lizard.

It's been noted
the earliest cave dwellers
handpainted pictures
of the creature.
But to date,
nobody has ever
lived to give
an eyewitness account,
they've all ended up dead.
Which leaves one to ask,
"Do you believe in Godzilla?"
And if they say, "No!",
you have to wonder
about their faith.

Oh sweet darling,
I'm sending you my positive vibes.
So go ahead, it's safe now,
you can trace my thoughts
over your soft skin,
yes, let the
good times roll,
intimate fun begin.

Guide me to your secret treasures,
I'm all about giving you pleasures,
you can be open,
can you feel me,
can you feel me
twisting & turning here,
thinking about you there?

I am tangled up inside
your gorgeous hair
lying all around me
& the delicious-sounds
we make,
ooooohhhhhh,
they quake
my very soul!

Do you feel it,
my soul shaking
your core,
well doll,
do you?

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?

You should see my rooster,
he's a lively un-hooded fellow.
All day long,
he pecks & he crows,
and at night,
if you listen closely,
he'll scream loudly
just for you,
a personal,
"****-a-doodle-doo!"

O Darling,
do you hear him...
crowing,
now?

I hope you're not lonely without me,
'cause I know how it feels.

And of course,
I know you're not angry,
'cause I know how that feels.

And yes,
I do miss you.
I miss every single one of your kisses, too.

And do you remember mine,
the ones you got when we
weren't lonely or angry?

Do you sweet girl?

Do you sweet?

Do you?

I do.

I do sweet.

I do sweet girl.

I do remember your kisses...

I came here on the back
of a flying red dragon,
twisting between grey clouds,
with eyes an angry green,
it spewed fire
from its fanged jaws,
& delivered me
from its talons.

I want to stay in bed today,
just lie all alone
under my crumbled sheets,
toss and turn
to drain my sinuses.

I'm positive
the world will not miss me
& honestly,
what's one less sick person
off the street
going to do
to change things
or even stop the sun?

No one can deny the tenderness,
the feeling of such wet-friction,
those intimate-motions meant
to feel the genuine soul of another.

O the warm embrace,
face-to-pretty-face,
lip-to-luscious-lips acts,
the attraction of pheromones!

It is one of nature's truest gifts,
not to be abused as some do,
but to be savored, to be inhaled,
drank like the finest wine,
written about
by lonely romantic odists
who love such things.

Dream.
And when you do it,
dream big.
Don't waste time
on the small ones.
Go for the gusto.
Go all the way.
110%.
Give it everything you've got.
Leave your mark.
Let the world know
you were no quitter.
Don't ever let 'em say,
you were small fry,
you never tried,
you cried all the time.
Dream.

I woke up with bleeding feet
this morning
& thought,
Oh my God,
look Ma,
stigmata!

Then I realized,
it was only the brambles
I walked on with bare feet
while dreaming
in the forest.

Thank the Lord
for forests.

I dream about romance, wonder about it,
wonder where it went & how it would be,
to have it back again.
It seems lost these days, disappeared
amongst the fervor, the din of technology,
up in smoke with astrology & fate.

And lo and behold, as in the days of old,
some try to carry on the mystery of the true believers, craving the taste to hold another.
It is indeed a long road to travel, one of angst,
everybody seems hung up on the physicality
& perhaps unable see the true meaning of love.

And though, I myself get wrapped up in *****-thoughts,
I will never forget my first kiss,
the feel of another's hand upon my cheek,
the warmth of her sweet breath down my neck,
the fiery heat of our intertwined naked-bodies
nor the explosive mingling of our primal act.

For to forget such seemingly trivial-things,
is to forget the gentleness of a summer rain,
the splendour of the setting sun,  loons calling at night,
the rising of the sliver-moon with its seductive glow
amongst the millions of bright stars, twinkling in the glorious heavens above.

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.

You are a baby of the universe,
your effervescence flows
& no matter what,
your dreams can never die.

They can take away your dignity,
**** you with lies,
verbally cut you asunder,
but they can never
erase your beautiful mind.

You are a baby of the universe,
your effervescence flows,
dream on babe.

You cut me into tiny pieces,
appetizers for your hearty appetite,
it feels like the same menu
I've been on forever
& I know the recipe.

Yet still I dream of
becoming a tasty dessert,
having an after dinner drink
with the right diner,
toasting the stars.

Two souls kiss embraced
Exchanging fiery streams
Dreamy nirvana

It's dreary today,
drizzling rain
& I'm warm,
so free.

I wonder what
concentration camp
cold rainy days
were like,
trapped in pain.

O Honey Child,
I ain't no astronaut,
but I sure do
love, crave
that citrus-flavored Tang!

Hey Baby,
do you want to get naughty,
play around a bit
with my big monkey?

Go ahead Sweetie,
shake my hairy
Orangutan!

And Darling,
don't you be scared.
He won't bite
& I won't fight it.

Please believe me Sugar,
you're so uhhhhh,
so beguiling,
I promise,
just kiss me,
I'll be all smiles!!!

O Sweet Angel,
Sweet Sweet
Darling Angel
drip on me
from above.

O Sweet Angel,
Sweet Sweet
Darling Angel,
I want to taste us,
taste our love
dripping on me,
in a shower
from above.

O Sweet Darling Angel,
bring me paradise...
come closer.

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.

IPA's & rocking
to custard pie,
bellies full of blue crab
& cheesecake.

Like ***,
what else
does anybody need,
a night like this
is to die for.

I climb
the walls
thinking
about you.
And it's better
in the hot shower,
so steamy,
so dreamy,
me holding you up,
with your back
against the wall,
floating,
suspended on Heaven
to receive
my droplets
of pure love.