Only a ghost lies here now.
A stillness
hangs in the air,
it forever haunts you.
I keep you awake
incessantly at night
as you toss
and as you turn
remembering me.
There is an inferno
in your heart.
You see my shadow.
I run my fingers
through your hair
disturbing the vortex.
You know dear lady,
I came in that way.
Through the portal,
through the portal
of your open mind,
so jaded
so true.
Do you feel
my cold breath darling,
do you hear
my silent whispers,
can you
love me
anymore?
Only a ghost lies here now.

I was told that
ghosts don't exist,
but without going into
too much detail,
I insist they do,
hers lay next to me
all night long
& she didn't just say boo,
I kept her thong.
Now I get the feeling,
I'm gonna be haunted
the rest of my life.

I came by Mini Cooper,
picked my spot
amongst the Jags,
locked my doors
& dropped onto
a sidewalk seat
to catch myself
a cup of hot java.

The smell reminded
me of the early mornings
in Helmand province
& it dawned on me
how much sweeter
this cup tasted.

I did not waste
a single drop,
I even licked
the porcelain-rim,
thanking God
for this precious
mug of Joe.

No matter how much I spill,
how much I try to explain,
how much I love,
how much pain I endure,
how heart broken,
how alone I feel,
poetry cannot save my soul.

But girl,
it sure feels good!

Eighty-second patch on my shoulder,
fighting for the cause
they told me I’d live
a life of glory,
standing tall with honor.
But what I got
were these two mechanical sticks
and unemployment.
I’m living in the thick of it now,
floating in a sea friendlies,
drowning in post-traumatic stress.
Well, the hell with dress-right-dress,
****-can glory,
**** honor,
just give me back my legs.

You want to be a woman.
Then give me a reason
to see your shining beauty,
give me a reason to love you,
show me the way
to your effervescent heart.

My mind swirls endlessly,
thoughts come and go,
past memories haunt me.

Well, not all of them,
just those that
I'd wish I could make right.
The ones that seem like
I was wrong.
My heart
writes such sad songs
about those ones.

Will I ever escape the demons
whom I can't change?
Am I destined to live in torment
inking about the bad things
of the past?

Surely,
this self-induced agony
will not last forever.
I pray for a release
& to do things better
from here on out.

O Lord,
give me strength.

So, you want a juicy-kiss,
a real ****-bear-hug,
something to ruffle your feathers,
make you melt nuclear on the spot!?

And what will you give me in return?
The same, these instant space pheromones,
the destruction of the physical dating scene,
your ******* bunched in a ***,
even more frustration.

Please sweet darling, give them to me.....!

I am not here
anymore,
these are only
written-words
I've configured in ways
I cannot truly explain,
as she took my love,
all of it,
and I wonder
if it lies
bottled up
in a glass chair
under her bed
out of her sight.

Cut glass,
I feel in facets.
Some blue.
Some crimson....I'll never
fall
in
love
again.
I've been pieces for too long.
Give me a reason
to give..
It's spinning,
the sky,
it's all over now,
woman.

I painted the stars for company,
but without the twinkling,
they're not really real,
just a faint glow by sunrise.

You'll see.
I'm the bug in your ear.
Feel me.

Softness of their bleeping melody
echoes through the canyon walls,
etched by millennium
the sweetest sound,
spreading calm
through cycles
of raging-time
herding on.

I love the surf at night,
the ebb,
the flow
of mountainous waves,
the tumbling,
the wet sounds
of pure
raw nature,
the relentless pounding
of the Earth.
So every chance I get,
I walk the lonely shoreline
under the cloak of darkness,
God's tiny,
sparkling lanterns,
just to be,
just to be
one with the ocean,
the Goddess of all eternity,
so beautiful
she is
so fine.

I am an arched dog
Stretching with the Universe
Becoming a God

The dude wore
a desert-cammie boonie,
cut-off cargos
& chain-smoked Camels.
He was a walking billboard, too.
On his right calve,
an inked rattler
lay coiling,
buzzing,
"Don't Tread On Me"
& on his left
was etched
the *******,
spewing,
"**** Iraq!"

God, I loved him.

I had a break
in my morning routine
& ordered
a Godzilla sushi roll
for brunch.

It was right on time,
a true global affair.
The waitress was Chinese,
the hostess a Thai,
the chef a Mexicano
& the food Japanese...

...only in America.

I lie alone, watch
the glow of the cell
illuminating my face
in the darkness
& I think of you.

Frantically,
I punch lettered-keys
to form the words
of my next piece,
use them to describe
the beautiful explosion
of my raw, powerful,
early morning emotions
coming to the top of my
fiery-conciousness
& as I shoot,
consummate
my train of thought,
peaceful feelings
take me back
to my roots,
back to the happy times,
those sweet memories
of you & me.

Down island,
we disappeared
into the mix,
ate fish soup
just before the collision.

Your design arrived by dingy,
sister-like with your hips,
your curls trapped moonlight,
beautiful evidence of a greater reality.
Everybody hung out on the veranda
in various sites of excitement.
It was surreal
to see so many
burned-out bodies
save yours so tight,
so virile.

It doesn't really matter
who understands
the memories of another,
does it?

And even if I wrote it,
spelled it out cryptically,
it still wouldn't matter,
them others
reading as if they
knew us, 'cause
they weren't there,
not even in spirit.

For how can one truly relate,
describe the bubbles we made
in our own little inlet,
with the orange sun sinking
& the fifty-two footer
sharing space
with wanton
starstruck lovers,
you & me.

And just so you know
blond nanny,
(but I know you never will),
I still see pools of sweat
glistening on your Nordic skin
in the small of your back.

Soon I'll be airborne,
living inside
the words of a poet.

It's not easy to discern,
one must listen intently
to hear it,
but it's definitely
hidden in there.
A lovely girl
trapped
in a grown woman's voice.
It speaks of spicy make-up
& striped bobby socks,
Goldilocks & kitten tails.
And it makes
all the difference
in the world
to me.

She is on a different plane now,
no longer a caged bird,
she sings,
flying
into greater realms
& I am sure
making the same,
if not,
a bigger impact
on her kin,
the other immortals.

I've watched a thousand babies
go down the drain
more than once,
& you know,
it's not as morbid as it sounds,
it's actually
good clean fun.

Now,
I gotta go
wash up,
see ya!

You can tell a lot
about a woman
by the undergarments she wears,
keeps tucked away.
She's got plenty of thongs
& some designs
have less lacy fabric
than others.
They give me this urge.
Is it wrong to try some on Darling?
Go ahead and splurge.
Let's play ball.

In the old days,
you could sit
next to the galley
& get really juiced.
Pretty stewardesses
would slip
you small bottles
of fire water &
you could live large
in any seat.
And you could
actually relax,
talk with the pilot &
eat some grand meals.
Oh, did I forget to say
that check-in
was a breeze,
if you sneezed,
they said,
"God Bless You."

But now
they ain't playing games,
it seems stress has taken over.
How insane,
we're questioned
about our first born
& where we come from,
prodded & searched,
4 ounces of this,
4 ounces of that,
is all the liquid
that they allow.
Holy cow,
no nail clippers
& you can't even quip,
'cause they're not smiling.

O Jesus, I miss
those good old days,
back when flying was fun
& now they **** with all of us,
to keep a few terrorists on the run.

Cigarettes & candy are great tools for propaganda.
But ***,
cancer and rotten teeth ****.
Good Samaritans my ***.

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

The world is at a standstill,
in a very weird equilibrium
when one enters a government office.
It's as if they have a monopoly
on mind control & boredom.
It's no wonder they love to tax
working class people &
**** their children, too.

Thank you for keeping
the sandman at bay
& bringing on the headache,
making me alert & irritable,
giving me heart palpitations
without real love,
just the bitterness
of your roasted bean.

I stole your rapid breaths
& licked the sweat
off your furrowed brow
as we giggled
in the shadows
contemplating
our brighter future.

But sadly,
you suffocated me
& watched me drown
in your grand design
knowingly.

Musk is her natural fragrance,
it hangs in the air around her,
it's as if she sweats pheromones
& no matter how hard you try
to fight it,
nothings works,
but this biological reaction,
she makes me granite.

Like crushed grapes,
I want to bottle you,
savor you,
drink you,
guzzle you in gallons.
You,
you make me
go ape.

Do you hear the thunder, Grasshopper?
I am it's soft whisper
wrinkling your ear,
the chill that runs
down your spine.
I am come
& I beseech you to listen.
I trace your footsteps
when you're not looking,
carry all the keys to heaven.
I can bring you hell,
smile behind the knife,
can **** with a borrowed sword.
The plum I will burn
to save the peach.
And I will resurrect a corpse
to raise an army of souls,
for I am the Lord of eternal darkness,
I breath the ancient arts,
I am a shadow,
I can strike
when & where
I want to
& you cannot stop me.
Do you see the lightning, Grasshopper?

Throw away
the crumbled pack,
toss the empty bottle,
quit popping
them small white pills
& live
my friend.

Miles from nowhere,
I swam with the great whites,
swimming behemoths,
a ton of man-eating fish.

I touched sandpaper skin,
gazed at toothy smiles
& saw cold black eyes
& it reminded me of the city.

Thank God
I had a cage to keep me away,
'cause if wishes were sharks,
I'd ride one.

The grim reaper
works many times
for reasons unknown
& when the ******
takes a loved one early,
we wanna know why
& get no answer,
crying relentlessly
for the bleeding to stop,
forever ******* on
& cursing
the angel of death
to drop dead
themselves.

The Earth stood still
for twenty minutes today.
All of my troubles disappeared,
shot from me
onto the floor,
the result
of heavy
sweet-breathing
& her hot demands.

When it started spinning again,
the Earth that is,
I was grinning from ear to ear,
everything became very clear,
I was grown-up again,
lost with her in space.

I saw the grins on burnt skeletons,
but let me tell you
it wasn't very funny,
downright spooky
and sad.

Lured in,
every magical moment
carefully crafted
to satisfy needs.
As if I didn't know.

We stayed in a real temple,
bribed the guards
to spend the night with jaguars,
sleep with dolphins
&  listen to the howlers
scream all night,
above our
sacred love-making,
which ended with the rising
of the morning star
& the coming of more tourists
to see crumbling pyramids.

The only bad thing
that really
happened to me
in my childhood
was my mother
constantly
cheated
on my father.
It left no visible marks
or any signs of deformity,
perhaps
just a little,
some invisible pain.
Guess I'm,
I'm the lucky one.

Some might say my head's always in the gutter,
but what do they know of such pleasures,
those sensuous treasures denied
for prim & properness.
And to deny the sacred,
to lie in chastity,
when you'd rather
lay in the clover,
is against the very nature of love,
given to us
by the glories in Heaven above.

Words flowing strong
Concise vivid imagery
Some days are like that

I always knew Jimmy
was a bit of a strange duck,
but like
***,
in love with a blow-up doll,
that took the cake,
guess he was half-baked.

Constantly, incessantly
I spin yarns
& simple stories,
complex allegories.

I'm infected
with the hex of gab
& it hurts to be
not so fabulous,
what some
might call me,
a human-reject.

I am not a poet,
just addicted,
afflicted with the
disease of
word-construction blues
& hues of red,
the spilling of
real blood
in twisted-verse.

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.

I remember hanging out
with the gay guys
after work.
They worked the front of the house,
my buds & me in the back.
We wore loose blue jeans,
they strutted tight ones.
We smoked dope,
they smoked dope.
They drank beer,
we drank beer.
We talked about chicks,
they talked about *****.
And there was never any fear,
even when we got
****** & drunk.
Like ***,
we worked,
they worked,
gay or straight,
our fun was universal.

Lovely New Year morn!
I still hear firecrackers!
Give it a rest boys!

Happiness is
a cool breeze blowing
in an open window,
a burning stick of nag champa,
the strumming sitar playing backdrop,
an unrolled sticky-mat
& me flopped over
in downward
facing-dog.

That's what happiness is,
pure and simple.

You always drank Jack
to hide the nasty flavor
of my wanton-mouth.
And you loved the nipping
and twisting of your
heaving puffed-tops.
And when you opened up,
when you finally let me in,
you cut my back crisscross
with your razor-fingertips.
You moved the Earth
under our trembling bodies,
I quaked, you rumbled
like thunder.