I wish I was George Jetson,
I'd have a Rosie & an Astro
& they'd last forever.

You are the dark side of the moon,
your wicked nature
makes you
irresistible
& regardless of the outcome,
to be tainted by you
is worth
every second of hell.

Everything is perfect,
the way the planets revolve
around the sun
in a sea of galaxies,
electrons spinning circles
around the nucleus,
the double helixes
of your DNA,
the falling rain,
everything is perfect.

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.

Every now and then I drop,
I drop to my knees to pray.
& I ain't playin' either,
it's serious business.
Sometimes, it's for my football team,
or at the end of a long summer day.
But it could be just to say
something after dinner,
to become a lotto winner.
Maybe it's after some clubbing
with my good buddies,
or thinking about
my dear 'ole dead dad...
but there doesn't have to be
really any reason,
I might be happy or sad,
it doesn't matter,
the porcelain god's
always there to listen.

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.

It was a place
without freedom,
that place down the hall,
a land of the almighty & rich,
befallen petroleum *******
******* their ***** dry
& the wind cries
for justice,
not lies.

Strangers,
two of them
in a sea of love,
floating endlessly
in unknown spaces,
exploring the edges,
probing & gripping
their own realities,
waiting for something
beautiful to happen.

I wonder if Foster Grants
would expose them around me,
operating at a different frequency,
I've been told they are lighter
than humans
wearing Nike's
& camouflage-skin
only visible
to the polarized eye.

I loved the way you
held me,
started that lovely
trickle
           down
                     effect
with your delicious mouth.
Some said you were precocious,
but I told them you went down
deeper than that,
were so very precious
& extremely dreamy.

O Darling,
I am warm to the touch
& you,
you Sweetness
taste like sticky honey
in my mind
I miss you,
lying here,
my eyes wide open,
kissing you.

Oft I think of
that older woman,
she taught me so many
wonderful things,
all kinds of acts.
Like how to rock a world,
curl toes & coat the walls,
scramble eggs,
fill a lady up
with tender love.

Well, they're more acts
than those I listed above,
but you do catch my drift.

And the more
I think about her,
the more I realize,
she
was a skilled-pro,
me
a naive innocent,
a willing partner
who didn't know ****
with eyes wide open.

It's absolutely amazing,
this lack of human interaction,
people together everywhere,
sitting down,
walking around,
riding in wheelchairs,
even running,
with their faces & fingers
glued to their cell phones
& nobody talking
to each other.
Seems nobody cares,
that's the saddest part.

Like blue jean bell bottoms,
she came and she went.
A great memory
I will wear forever.

Pahleeeeeze,
you've broken a nail
& I've stubbed my big toe
& somewhere over the rainbow,
in a land far far away
with crystal seas,
somebody else
has it a whole lot tougher
you know.

Oft I've wondered
about the fallen tree
and loneliness,
this feeling.

And who can say,
does anyone
hear a flower cry
when it dies
in silent fields.

It's cold here,
lying
amongst
the fallen
petals.

Just thinking of her
makes my whole body tingle,
it feels like
I'm covered
from head to toe
with red ants.
No woman has ever done that,
left me crawling,
falling like this.

We met in a frenzy,
with heavenly kisses,
& I exploded
from my *****.
Grabbing your hips,
you felt the tremors,
buckled at the knees
& I caught you
before you fell
away in bliss.

Roses & oranges crack
the eastern skies
& a change is felt
in the humid-air,
this heavy mist.

Fall is finally upon us,
down here,
down here
in the subtropics
& what a relief it is.

Lying in silence,
my digits explore
succulent nerve-endings,
opening portals,
unlocking your secrets,
imagining our elixirs
mixing by friction.

My tongue travels
mindlessly up
the curvature of your back,
playing make believe,
using a strong tight-grip
to simulate, to stimulate
you & me
into a magical place,
where we cleanse each other,
one into the other,
bathe ourselves in seed.

Marking our territories
in the forbidden city,
we take liberties
in bare skin.
Conjugal & electric,
these actions here,
so badly needed.

You have so many suitors
& not enough time
to write me some special prose,
but do you paint your pretty toes?
Inquiring minds really want to know,
I can tell.

The precious sun's
setting west,
my hat's off,
'till we meet again,
blest.

I heard Mr. Brown got busted.
Yeah, he was hangin' out down at the Piggly Wiggly,
propositionin' all the lady customers.
He was askin' 'em
if they wanted to buy a ****.
Doesn't that crazy chicken farmer know,
he ain't now ******.

She's was sitting pretty
with her long hair flowing,
both arms were covered
with brightly colored-sleeves,
eating a burger & fries.

She seemed intriguing,
like a sweet fox,
her jade eyes
screamed adventure,
her **** aura
whispered,
"Come & get me."

I was going
through the drive-thru
& when I came back around,
she was hopping
into a pick-up truck
with some other dude.

That Murphy's
is a crazy place.
Who knew some
fast burger joints
had quick-women,
too.

Did you?

There's a place nearby
where they found those kids slaughtered.
Nobody talks about it much around here,
yet somebody knows something.
It's chilling to think
someone knows
but ain't talking.

I want to trace
your lips
with a feather
and kiss them right,
take flight,
and never land
without you.

A million times
I’ve tried to make it right,
to silence the screaming
of the lambs.

Yet living in a dream,
and with each stroke
I lose a bit more of me,
soothing a fix,
I cannot stop.

The sound of bubbles
greets us at mealtime.
I lift the lid &
the family meets me
near the surface
of clear-waters.
I pour in some flakes
& watch them feast.

Hungry
golden-hued,
finned-buggers,
so radiant,
inhaling sustenance.
I love to watch
them feed & float,
their vibrant colors
remind me of the sun.
Watching them breathe
keeps me grounded.
They are indeed
my greatest companions,
swimming
in their
glass palace,
inside
my humble home.

I gave you what you wanted,
took you to greater heights,
like I always did.

I fed you more & more & more
& more & more & more,
which I guess wasn’t good enough
for your cauldron
of your own dreams,
now broken.

I can't help it,
this crazy appetite of mine,
it keeps me healthy.
I try to diet,
wean myself on greens.
But Baby,
O Darling,
you're so fine,
don't be mean.
O please,
please
feed me
your special menu.

You know it sweet sunshine,
you know
I'm a connoisseur
of your confections,
infected with your wares.

I love your delicious candy drops,
your rock hard candy drops,
I die to nibble them,
live to lick them,
twirl & spin them,
**** them
into my mouth.

I love their raw-taste,
the feel of them
when they melt,
harden to the touch
of my searching tongue.

So go ahead
sweet sunshine,
feed me your candy drops,
one by one,
tease my appetite,
plop them into my mouth,
your sugary
beautiful-gumdrops,
the ones you love to unwrap,
you hang so high above me,
I promise,
I won't fight you,
only eat you.

Seed yourself with
my flowing
thoughts,
sensual words
meant to titillate
all your senses,
to inspire you,
feel my fire.

The stillness of the silent night
was broken,
angry rants I heard
above the sparks crackling
from the brick-chimneys
down my street.

Strong-whiskey flowed
in my neighbors house,
the home of four
beautiful children,
ages five to eleven.

And for a brief-moment
I felt a happy thought,
thinking things would be alright,
feel a bit like Heaven,
'cause Santa was coming soon,
to soothe them
for at least one day in Hell.

They use **** sounding words
around here,
the bread is fantastic,
the vino exquisite,
so who wants beer?
Not me.
In fact,
I have no jet lag.
Si tomorrow,
I think I'll go play tag
around the Louvre
& get some photos
near the tower,
feel the power
of Naploleon.

Sitting on a partially
sunken Chestnut trunk,
I sat mesmerized,
listening to the babbling brook
gurgle between granite steps.

Strange sensations swept
over my body as I heard
the hypnotic tunes
of the wood spirits,
playing their melodious
mountain tunes.

Everything seemed
in perfect order,
to be dancing
to the magical
waves of ethereal
zephyr-notes.

I watched water bugs
skate on the glass surface,
miss spider spun her web
through glints of sunlight,
in the distance,
I heard the crows
fighting jays.

It was a beautiful day,
when minutes seem like hours,
when you feel alive,
the power of the forest gods.

I am reminded constantly
of the words she said,
her fickle heart ran
& when she writes,
I still feel the magic
in her written words,
she's that electric.

I saw his last moments,
he was screaming for his mother,
said he tasted aluminum,
to please save him,
to not let him die.

I had no idea a human being could sound like that,
but I guess when your missing your legs and *****,
anything less would not seem real.

It was his body-spasms
after he gave up the ghost
that I'll never forget.
FIDO.

When bad **** happened,
we had a saying in the service,
"**** It, Drive On."
Spending too much time
on thieves just feeds them.
Once a violater,
always a violater.
Anybody who steals poetry
is pathetic anyways.
That in itself is reason
enough to be thankful
for who we are.
Besides, it ain't like
we're going to send
out the poetry police
to change these weasles.
They live in a trap already.
F. I.D.O.

Do sunspots really burn flesh?

This figment
of my imagination,
computer-codes
& languages,
people speaking in tongues
& I crave basic.

I remember them ******* days,
back when reality ******,
but at least it was real.

The moon
sets west
to the rising of the sun,
bids farewell
to the cousin-stars.

I am not a libertine,
but I have dreams.

I am not privileged either,
but I have schemes.

My visions come alive
when I lie
somewhere between
******* & freedom,
the fine line
that everybody draws.

I want to finger your thoughts,
roll them gently around
in my mind's eye,
listen to the breaths you take
& feel your body tremble,
then lick them clean
to taste your true essence.

She wears golden rings
& bells on her toes,
sings sweet melody
like the Nightingale.

She floats on air,
& nobody compares
to her pleasant looks,
totally mesmerizing.

Her fire-eyes sparkle
like the most brilliant sun,
but like most of them,
she's lightyears away
& untouchable.

The flames rage near us,
our tempo invigorates
as I fill you up

I was above the clouds,
cloaked in silence.
descending
along the ridge line.

Placing one foot
in front of the other
& clawed to the ice,
I dreamt of you,
everything about you,
from you sweet wiggly toes
to your beautiful lovely face.

I was in a trance
thinking of romance
& how I wanted
to get into
your pants
when I got home.

But it was the sound
of a nearby avalanche
that snapped me
back into reality.

The snowfall
woke me up
to remind me
I had to make it back
to base camp
first,
before I
could even begin
thirsting for you.

You told me you were crazy,
liked to smoke
mountains of cigarettes.

You told me you craved
massive amounts of whiskey,
you could gulp it all day &
follow with lots of Oxys,
said they took your edge off.

You said you were a crazed *** addict,
loved to do just about anything.

But first, you said
you wanted to be comatose,
had to be numb
before anything started,
'cause that was the only way
you could feel anything.

You said it was payback
for the damage
they'd done to your soul,
for being
forever thirsty
on phony love.

She scooted along the checkerboard floor
collecting ***** plates
& refilling sweet teas.
I placed a double-order of fish tacos
& sat right next to the buffet of hot sauces
just to watch her toss her brown hair about
from under her pink pussycat hat
& lithe body covered
in delicious ink
& piercings.

Lonely is the night,
I do not fight the urge,
like a crazed-man
I played make-believe,
you are around me
receiving my generous
tip
of warm love.

Lonely is the night.
I do not fight this urge,
a frenzied man I am
& you are around me
& I am kissing you
with all my heart,
alone here,
surging
in the dark.

He was alone,
unable to breathe
& nobody heard
the pop of his last balloon.

Unknown people floated by,
never once looking down
to see him fizzle out.

Cars honked
under a light drizzle
& gray sky.

Life is simple that way,
it  just goes
on & on & on,
people think
they're going
to live forever.