There's a place
I go
when I glow like this.
It's not of this Earth.
It's way beyond
this solar system,
like behind the sun.
There,
there
I explode
into a million galaxies,
I lie
in all my glory,
glistening,
covered
in thick-plasma,
the cosmic dust
stars are made of.
You could say,
I am a primordial astronaut,
a throwback,
back to the days
before the odyssey,
back to the days
before
artificial intelligence
****** things up,
destroyed
pure love.

I want to be a single drop
& roll down
from her pretty-crown,
over her parted lips
& into her sweet valley,
flanked by such
beautiful twin peaks
rolling over,
across her flat plain,
to trickle
deep into her wet
delicious-chasm,
then drip
along her inner thigh
sliding to her inked-ankle,
only to exit
between her lovely toes.

O the Lord knows
I am a thousand drops of rain!

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 a white cloud
in blue skies,
floating,
energetic,
a wisp.

I dance on the wind,
I am free.

I see it written
in the graffiti
on electric-walls
& the time is here,
it has come to carry me away
to realize my dreams.

So fare thee well
my fellow sojourners,
you are the universe,
I will always
think about you
on my Earthly travels...

Swirling words & a broken heart,
I write of high adventure,
spit my lowest lows,
seek comfort in
a world
full of similar souls,
penning poets.

And I remain
forever grateful
for their understanding
of their own dilemmas,
pain & triumphs.

I was her champion
once
she told me things,
said all the right lines,
melted me
into her her mold,
then boldly
left me blind,
wounded by
her lack.

And they say
the opposite *** gets burned,
while some treat us
like we don't have any feelings,
like there's a cosmic front,
must be a crusade taking place
against all the ills
laid upon their kind
by dastardly characters.

It's a gender-war
& I'm her dead champion,
a decorated sad veteran,
whose seen the elephant.

I wear a purple heart where
mine once beat, so
I think I'll go mercenary now,
cry my way
behind the scenes,
try the clandestine route
for serious love.

My baby is so fine,
very romantic,
she is the  genuine
religious fanatic.

On her knees,
she treats me like
her own personal god
& I am awakened
by her actions.

Looking up toward heaven,
she grips me firmly,
nods in fervent prayer,
moulding me,
shaping me
into a hard likeness,
her solid-effigy,
the ******* symbol
she craves.

Her ritual
& evident-desire
are perfect examples
of the sweetest-faith.

And as a just reward
for her handiwork,
I shower her
with my abundance,
fill her coffers
with warm
velvet treasure,
satisfying,
quenching
her beautiful spirit
'till the next time
she wants to see,
taste the signs
come forth.

Sunlight is kissing
the tops of the leaves
& I am breathing you in,
inhaling all of your molecules.

I want to feel your spirit
explode in every
square inch of my body,
from my toes
to the crown of my head,
I want you to lead the way,
stay inside & enjoy my riches
you'll find there.

On windswept shores
I stand,
born before the universe,
I am the salt,
I existed
here before time.
I taste your breath
in the wind,
I feel your heart
quiver
in my *****,
and my tears
flow
for you,
only for you
my love.

I am in love with the moonlight,
especially in the darkness
late at night
when I think,
when I think about
your tender ways
& you playing with me.
I am mesmerized by
the heaving of your *******,
the primordial fragrance
wafting in the cool air,
your burning pale skin.
I am in love with the moonlight
on nights like this.
Kiss me darling.

She flows over me
& I am awash
in her splendid bubbles,
her majesty
covering me,
coating me,
circulating around me
in the sweetest foam
I swallow,
I swallow,
I swallow her
to taste
the deeper mysteries,
and am smitten
for eternity,
the glow of
her secretive-ways.

I am not an egg
& yet
lately,
I feel
like I'm cracking.
I get mesmerized
by ordinary,
strange & weird things.

Just this morning
at the bus stop,
I was mesmerized
by a caravan of ants,
their pincers
full of crumbs,
moving serpentine
across the minefield.
They seemed to dodge
the unsuspecting walkers,
lost in their own little worlds
& not even thinking
about hungry
walking insects.

Then I met a brilliant child
on the bus,
probably aged six
& looked a bit slow.
He sat in the first seat
& greeted all the riders
by first name.
Every single person
smiled & nodded
in affirmation.

When I got home,
I found an empty
bourbon bottle
in my recycling bin.
I consider it a sin
not to drink wine.
I don't even drink hard liquor.
So, I guess that makes me sinless.

And where does inspiration
come from when the
mind ebbs,
The Man in the Moon
who talks,
changes the tides?

I told you
I was feeling ******,
a bit crazy,
un-egg-like.

It's the disappearance
that excites me
between the pretty petals
blowing,
blowing in the tempest winds.
And when
I feel,
I feel
your warm breath
on my bare skin,
I am not lost,
I am found.

This silence,
this incessant silence
drives me mad
like the drippy faucet
that breaks the night
I cry.

I don't need sympathy
nor do I want your empathy,
nothing can bring me back
from the damage you did
save me.

There's a place I go,
where stones cannot break
my brittle bones,
where hate cannot create
a broken heart,
where love stains
my being.

I am safe here.
A chrysalis,
transforming
my raw emotion
into endless-verses,
written-words
you can read,
emoting me
in my safety.

I have tasted her
a million times (or more),
guzzled her sweet,
sweet,
sweet laced-nectar,
way deep,
deep,
deep,
deep
inside my yearning soul.
I am intoxicated
on her delicious-elixir,
she is my only fix.
So she must,
she must know
by now,
I crave,
I choke,
I burn for her.
For these
are her hiccups
I release
forever.
And I do thank her
from
the bottom
of my drunken-heart,
for making me tipsy,
inebriated,
so ****** smitten
on her mouth-watering
cherry-concoction.

I can be want you want.
But who am I
you crave.
I am not vanilla,
I am not chocolate,
I am not even strawberry.
I am sweeter than those things.
You need to look further
than
the calling
of your sweet tooth.
Let me enlighten
your beautiful mind.
I think you will find
more than a fine dessert
when you ******* desire.

O smother me,
choke me
with your raw-fragrance,
fertilize my soul
with your flower,
the one you wear
in your pretty hair.

I am the dirt
you run through
your slender fingers
& in my heart,
lingers your essence
dear woman.

Flowered cotton-*******
are your favorites
& the ultimate
for me.
Spontaneous.
*******
pushed inside
during the heat of battle,
you rattle my bone
with your China doll.
Yes Sweet Lady,
I am the captain now,
I am the new law.

Too many nights
I am
transfixed
on you
and what
you did
to me
with your eyes
and
I am glued
to the way
you smelled
like Heaven
and tasted
on
my parted lips
under
the streetlight
forever.

Breathless
I stand,
holding myself
straight up girl,
trying
to reach
your bullseye
connected to your heart.

O my darling patient,
I want to be your disease,
make you break out in a sweat,
heat your blood to a high fever,
make you flood slick ****** fluids,
itch your pretty skin with desire.

O please my darling patient,
let me inject you
with my serum,
it's a special antidote
meant to make
you feel better,
get wetter than wet.

The creep sets in,
a dripping faucet of fears
& hurt
from years past,
ripping me into pieces.
Strange sensations
roll
down my spine,
I'll never fall again.
Still your pretty voice
beckons
& no matter
how hard I try,
I am your slave
& you **** me.

Once,
I asked a real writer
for some advice,
how the craft was done
& the answer was quite simple,
I was told to just
"Write."
And when I thought
I was finished writing,
to write some more.
Write in the morning
& in the day
& long into the night.
Use pen & ink
to spill your blood.
Don't ever let up,
keep the pencil to the paper
& bleed some more.
Bleed until you're bled out.
And when you're bled out,
squeeze your dried carcass
into words
that readers can understand.
Don't ever give up,
don't ever stop,
not until you drop,
leaving your heart behind.

She sits down by that river
with nothing but her tablet,
there's something about that girl
that makes me want to hear her voice,
but my assumption
is incorrect,
she carries no phone.

She folded me
into the warmth
of her sweet *****,
held me in her grasp,
captive,
then spellbound,
lost in her fragrance.
we erupted
& I became
forever
hers.

Morning star rises,
and I become invisible,
a cool setting mist

Jack usually sits
in the corner of the bar,
in the shadows next
to the juke box.

There's a jagged scar
that runs diagonal
across his grizzled face,
his right eye is cloudy
& a piece of his left ear is gone.
A cobra is inked
on one forearm,
on the other,
a scorpion.
He constantly drinks tequila.

People always whispered
things about him,
said he had caught
his lady
dancing & kissing
on another patron.

Well, the guy is still missing
& nobody was ever charged.
Jack's sweetheart still hangs out
next to the record machine,
continually drops quarters in
for rock and roll,
it seems Jack
doesn't like to boogie.

Jesus, she is smoking hot,
her face is immaculate,
she gyrates around the place
like a living goddess,
it's a real turn-on,
but I gotta tell you,
I believe in rumors.

I had no choice,
my arrival was not wished for.
But I broke through the placenta
and all the choices are mine now.

If it riddles that
you seek answers to,
then purchase one of those
crossword puzzle books.
They're cheap
& you can cheat,
peek at the solutions in
the back of the book.

But remember
& just so you know,
I'm not found in any glossary,
so don't pretend
any planets aligned for us,
I burn indigo,
you bleed red
& we both lie alone.

I fall all over myself
just to kiss her,
to be with her,
lie in repose.

And I love a messy face,
slick cheeks,
a swollen tongue
& a mouth full
of delicious grace.

She likes my tastes
in the finer arts,
righteously explodes,
is abundantly fun
curling her toes,
plays any part,
as long as I
keep it all private,
especially her name.

I took nine shots of whiskey
& a sip of *****
to get to this place,
the dark side of sobriety
& over here
I'm ******* righteous,
'cause I'm a lizard king,
dizzy as a spinning top
& I can do anything
when I'm
lying,
dead drunk.

I'm almost near the end,
been serving my time,
diligently,
religiously
on this cell block
for nearly four years.
Writing by candlelight
& with the sun,
been some good days,
happy,
sad,
even some bad ones.
Soon,
I'll be released.
I can feel it,
the morning rain.

I am searching for the right words to flow
(do not fight me Sugar),
a configuration of hot stanzas,
or slippery free flow verse
to scribble,
to pen,
in an elegant fashion
(or maybe not so pretty),
to get my heated
sensual-point
across to you.
These fiery feelings
are scorching
my wanton-body,
they're raging,
all consuming.
My shaking-body is on fire,
it's a freaking inferno
up in here.
Ohhh Baby,
I want to loved,
squeezed really really hard,
adored like a king,
pounded incessantly
into a lovely
heated-submission,
where we both explode,
enjoy the most sacred explosion
in the entire universe.
The kind of explosive-action
where two internal fires
burn each other up
like gigantic sunspots....
So do you Darling,
do you Sweet Angel,
feel me trembling?
Do you feel my warm rush,
way up deep deep deep
inside your Heavenly gorgeous-body,
between your quivering thighs?
Ohhhh my God,
Alleluia,
do you see
the rising sun?
I can see it
in your incredible eyes
looking up and down
at me...
slay me please,
I can hear flowers sing,
I am born again!

The first time I saw somebody die,
explode in half,
it was traumatic,

After that,
unfortunately,
it became second-nature.

I will never get over the killing,
pulling triggers & lobbing grenades.
I am haunted by it still.

The afterglow
soothes me
in the night
& outside
twinkling,
peeking
between branches
is fiery-light.

You should know
by now darling,
I cannot fight this,
what you do to me,
makes me so wanton,
seems so right.

I unwrap myself for you,
my sweet little charmer,
who makes me uncoil,
undulate,
twist
& spit
copious,
my love venom.

Smitten with fierce desire,
I slither,
angle slowly,
deep,
wantonly,
comfortably
up,
into your dark moist-cavern,
a tender-place of warmth,
where a serpent
cannot resist
to play
in your ever-burning fire.

She lies
magnificently,
feminine poetry,
so beautiful
in snapshot.

I feel her every word,
fiery fingertips
swirling a tempest
& I am smitten,
yet so frustrated,
I cannot touch
her luscious lips.

I traced your lips
on my favorite photo,
felt the energy
of your gorgeous smile,
it ran right through me,
took me away
to that sweet memory.

O darling,
do you ever,
do you ever
look at my own picture
& touch my mouth
with your fingers,
'cause
I can taste them
still?

Pretty Lady,
you're super sweet
& one helluva cutie.
Certainly, that
book on beauty
was written
about you.

You've got the goods,
you're one nice-combo.
of both looks & brains,
I bet you drive,
all the boys
totally insane.

O Hot Mama,
I feel you, too.
You've been struttin'
around like a peacock,
puttin' out them **** vibes,
who knew I'd fall for you!?

I can tell
you just wanna give in,
give me your good lovin',
smack me with
all your tender kisses
& spread a little
bit of sin.

But Darling,
I gotta say,
I can't play,
I can't even make your day
& it's killin' me badly,
makes me
feel so so sadly.

O Sweetness,
don't you cry,
it ain't you,
it's all me,
but I just can't get started
all over again.
I'm done spreadin'
any more pain & I just can't,
I can't break another heart,
especially not yours.

Wipe that lipstick
off your cheeks,
it's hiding
your pretty face
& your sweet grace,
your  crying
lying eyes.

I write for my tortured mind,
it wants to get out
& I can't let it go,
but only through these words.
If it escapes in deed,
there will be hell to pay
& I can't go back there again.

Stillness permeates,
& this silence resonates,
I cannot lie here forever,
my yoga mat awaits.

We sat high up in the clouds,
submerged in volcanic-waters
enjoying each other’s company,
surrounded by warm mists,
lush ferns hung on the walls
above us in a place so sacred,
even the Maya kept it a secret.

But I  can’t tell you where it is,
I’d have to show you,
it's somewhere in the Americas.

I'm in the mood to howl
& I can't wait for the moon
to come out,
so I'll crack this red instead.

I watched her
disembark
from
her Chevy truck
with the "Go Army" sticker.
She carefully strapped
on her metal legs
and walked to the bench
fifty feet away,
to sit
& skip stones.
It seemed like a struggle for her,
but she was persistent,
quite successful.
Seeing her like that
made me think
about
how much
I take for granted.
Like getting up
in the middle of the night
just to urinate.
She's gone now,
but I sure do hope
she comes back,
I can't wait to meet her,
feel her spirit.

I carry an antique
crusader coin
in my pocket.
I keep it there
to remind me
about hardship,
religious
military campaigns
& money.

My coin is from Antioch
& when I read about
what happened there,
I wonder if God
does exist
or if
that ******-violence
was just about the coin.

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.