Imagine a sun
so brilliant,
so bright,
that sunglasses
will not help.

Imagine a suntan
so deep,
so intense,
that even bones
get vaporized.

Imagine...
imagine
crystallized,
radioactive sand
splitting atoms.

Imagine
yourself on all fours,
gently spreading
your wonderful grace,
and me, me on all fours
behind you,
filling you full
of my love
with a smiling face.

Imagining me and you,
standing right behind,
my hand searching,
reaches
down
inside
your elastic band,
your legs slightly parted,
my fingers contemplating
your lady-delicacies
tenderly,
you and me
imagining.

I wholeheartedly insist,
I do not claim to be a saint,
only an angel,
a dark one,
like you,
fallen from above,
sent here to ravish
your own soul
with twisted
genuine love.

You're asleep now,
I watch the snowflakes
spiraling down toward Earth,
you're never coming back,
going to wake up
here again.

I'm alone and cold,
wishing I could smell your hair,
taste your lips,
be planted with you forever,
my pretty dead flower.

I'm not intimidated by a global collapse
& the apocalypse doesn't scare me,
'cause I'm an animal,
I'll do better in the wild,
outside the confines
of this concrete jungle
where people just get by.
And when the power goes out,
they won't make it.
You can't hide inside
forever.
Besides, who needs power
when the countryside
is full of it?

Some call me a savage,
a bit of a lady ravisher,
but actually
I'm a bloodthirsty pirate,
a bearded buccaneer
by trade.

I plunder & I pillage,
but never do I ****.
I just soothe you
by kissing the sweet-nape
of your delicate neck
& believe me Queenie,
it'll make you move rather quick,
when I swallow your drip.

You'll want me,
beg me to raid
your pretty ship
again & again,
take all of your precious *****.

My parrot will laugh
at my various quips
& don't be alarmed,
there's nothing nefarious
about my peg leg,
'cause it's hollow,
it's where I hide
the golden loot.

Under the burning sun
& on endless dunes,
I went from mirage to mirage,
rode this camel's **** all night
long to get to your sweet oasis.

And there,
I found you lying
in beautiful naked splendor,
cockleshells hung from
your thick raven-hair,
frankincense & myrrh burned.

I melted in your embrace,
kissed your lady-magic
& died in the gaze
of your amber eyes.

Under the burning sun
& on endless dunes,
I went from mirage to mirage,
rode this camel's **** all night
long to get to your sweet oasis.

Quit calling me
names big fella!
I may be
falling down drunk,
but make
no mistake mister,
you don't know me
& you never will,
sorry dude!

So you want to kick me
out of your place,
put me out on the street,
discard me like *******,
the man you called
your dream.
That hurts darling,
I don't know how
I'm gonna make it
without you.
Oh heck babe,
I'd let you cut my head off
at the neck,
put it in a jar
on your cupboard shelf,
if you'd only let me stay.
I won't trouble you
anymore.
won't even
speak
a single word,
promise.

I really didn't mean to make you cry baby.
So please,
please darling,
stop crying.
Shed no more tears for me,
don't waste your salt on me,
I'm broken.

I'm sippin' on your moonshine
& you've managed to
slip into the crevices
of my wanton mind.
I'm drunk on you now,
contemplating sin
& I don't care about penence,
just give me some
of your sweet redemption.

I drank the poison
of our love,
thought you
were the perfect antidote,
you could fix me,
ease the pain,
but I'm slowly dying
on the side effects.

There was no warning label Darling,
just the skull and crossbones
you wore around
your slender neck
dangling
above me,
while you tried to cure me.

I'm sorry for those things I said,
but not for the things I wrote,
I really meant those things.

I met a star today.
She was prettier
in real life
than
in the movies.
It seems
you never get the script
on the screen
that you get
in real life.
The right words flowed
from her lips,
you could feel
her
genuine spirit.
She was so pure
& even got the shivers
to prove it.
That was cool.

Rumors swirl about her
in these parts,
the villagers say
she's drop dead gorgeous.
Many a brave soul
has ventured out into the night
trying to catch a glimpse
of her rare beauty,
never to return.
Nobody has ever lived
to tell her tale,
but it's been said,
her fangs are razor sharp
& she knows how to use them,
can drain
the warmth
from your body
in a matter of minutes.
The thought of her
******* me dry
stimulates
the hell out of me
& since I've got nothing better to do,
I think I'll go out for a bite.

Booting up & shutting down,
it's an endless dance
between the lit screens
on our open-laptops.

We contribute our verses
into a time & space phenomena,
wondering
if anybody will ever
really understand us.

And what really matters,
trading intimacies,
exchanging barbs,
turning each other on,
shutting each other out,
with the tapping of keys
or the push of a button.

I think
I'm going take my last sip
of sweet iced tea,
log off & go to sleep
dreaming of you.

I think I'll stay out late tonight,
I heard there's a pretty lovely lonely vampire
hanging out at the pub
down the street.
They say she's got the
most hypnotic green eyes,
skin like alabaster,
cool red lips
with killer teeth.
Wish me luck,
her I gotta see.

O Darling,
you would know
the real meaning
of burning-desire
if you saw me right now
lying here alone
in the dark
at 3:04 am.

Some might say,
I'm just an insomniac,
but I know better,
that's not it at all.

I'm having a
real live heart attack
thinking about you
& I want you to know
how strong it beats
when I cover myself
with thoughts
of your lady-love.

O sweet honey bun,
I'm scribbling as fast as I can,
writing deep penetrating thoughts,
things I think you'd like.

O, isn't this hot,
thrilling,
scintillating
raw techno-fun?
Your responses are so sublime,
genuine sultriness,
you have suggestive-words
of your own,
it's hard to keep up!

O, pardon my misspellings,
but the excitement is taking
me over the edge,
auto-correct can't even stop
my intent to be with you,
giving you my ******.

O, I think you should know,
I cannot fight you,
the aura on my screen,
that view of you
makes me feel explosive.
So here goes doll,
I'm getting close,
I'm strumming myself
to the beat of your words,
I think I love this,
kissing you in space,
exploding to the glow
of modern moonlight.

I desire to go deeper
into your intimate-space.

I yearn to travel into
all your nooks and crannies.

I want to decipher
a new language,
implement fresh code
onto your mainframe.

My aim is to please
beyond all recognition.

Can't you tell Sweet Darling?
I'm in love with modern technology
& its swell electric-buzz!

I'm in love with modern technology,
computer screens
& push buttons,
it's an age of immediate gratfication,
carefully calculated
to **** the dopamine
right out of broken hearted lovers.
I'm in love with modern technology
I can't get no satisfaction
& I try
& I try,
not to cry.

My babe is the sexiest kitten I know,
she's meeker than a lamb & bolder than a lion,
there's no denying, she's tastes like the sweetest ****,
captures my heart with everything she does,
I feel her genuine love for me,
all the time.

I'd be lying if I told you she was mean,
there's not a single bone like that in her body.
She's never shoddy, she dresses to the hilt.
From her birthday suit to her tight fittin' jeans,
everything about her is so doggone cute.

She's a romancer & a fantastic dancer,
the way she moves is smooth like butter,
her undulations are exquisite & exotic,
she wins all the awards for being ******,
nope, definitely not neurotic,
yep, hypnotic.

Oh sure, she can cook & sew & keep a clean home, but she's so much more than all of that.
She knows what you need to know about motors & tools & paint & plumbing & guns, too.

I dream about her a lot,
know how supercool she is,
she's so much fun when
she comes alive
out of the lonely
recesses of my mind,
day and night.

I never miss her kisses,
'cause I just make them up
& whenever I want another,
there's no reason to fight her,
she smothers me with a lot of them.

I'm in love with the modern world,
this technology
is the greatest affair.

I can write
for instantaneous feedback
& anything I lack,
I can get it,
quick as a heart attack.

I can stare at the screen,
preen myself to the glow
& don't you know,
I kiss your picture,
lick your pretty lips
with my eager tongue.

I'm in love
with the modern world,
'cause it's made me computer savvy,
in my room all alone,
with nobody else but you,
glowing.

I got the shakes
& it ain't from withdrawals,
I'm in love,
I'm in love with your electric impulses.

Call me what ever you want.
I was raised on highway star
& smoke on the water,
a bit of purple haze
& a whole lotta love.
Ain't nothing strange
'bout La Grange &
that girl with faraway eyes
was never my beast of burden.
I got tied to the whipping post
& survived with the young turks
on the stairway to heaven.
So it really doesn't matter
what name you call me.
But just imagine
if you drank some eliminator,
you'd be stone blue too.
And that alone,
makes me invincible.

Fleeting beauty
fluttered by me,
an iridescent cutie
floated so close,
I almost kissed her,
then she was gone,
hiding somewhere
in the flowers.

She was a fine ethereal-lady,
so reverent, regularly
she craved
sacred knowledge
& always hungered
for my satisfaction.

Forever kneeling
with clasped hands,
she'd looked up with
her sweet butterfly-eyes,
& whisper "I love you's"
& to Eros, her thirsty-desires.

It was nearly a ritual with us,
me towering above her,
she knew I had no willpower
against the power of the gods
& her yearning pretty face.
So consistently,
I succumbed,
anointed her with
my magic-wand.

And she,
with a glitter,
a far away look in her eyes,
would swallow every drop
of love's wisdom.

O, how I miss her
fervent-prayers
& I Love You's!

She grasped me,
took me down
on her knees,
extracted every part of me,
stole all that I had,
even swallowed me,
taking my heart
forever &
I miss her
loving ways.

She moved me beyond words,
took me on wild rides
that made
the carnival look lame.

Her frame fit me like a glove,
I was held spellbound
in her arms,
feasted on her body,
was titillated by her mind,
I was truly in love with her.

Sadly. I never realized
how much I missed smoking,
two packs a day she did,
it was in her hair
& in her clothes
& only the Lord knows
how much I miss her badly.

She asked me for them
& I gave them to her,
lot's of them,
the way she liked them,
on her command.

And now she says,
talk to the hand,
I'm busy with this crossword puzzle.
All I want to do is kiss her...
Lord, I miss her spunkiness!

She loved lace and red bandanas,
had eyes like blue ice warming
& always wore a grin,
the kind that Cheshire cats wear
to hide secrets.

The feather she occasionally
hung in her hair
could change my bad day
into a festival.
It was as if
she controlled
the very wind itself,
would tame it to suit my needs
& in doing so,
show brought love
into my tiny world,

Meow,
meow!

The texture of
her precious skin
was sublime,
its fragrance genuine ecstasy.
It would send ripples
down my spine
everytime she'd
let me touch it
& she loved it,
would go out of her feline-mind
when I unhaled her
beautiful flower,

O Kitty, Kitty!

But she disappeared
like she appeared,
quickly and without drama,
it was much too fast,
was a perfect sad testimony
that nothing was ever meant to last.

And yet I know,
though I miss her immensely,
where ever she is,
good karma lights her path
& that comforts me.

Purr, Baby, purr!

I miss guys like Sam Stone,
cold to the bone, but
O the stories they could tell.
They have a way of putting
a spell on you.
And even though
they keep themselves
higher than kites,
pour money into their arm-holes,
they're more real than most people,
just fighting a losing battle
with a relentless monkey.

I dream about the ice,
I miss its tongue
hanging over the precipe,
sheets breaking & sliding,
crashing over the moraine
to crack,
smash itself
into oblivion,
tiny chunks of glass.

And sadly,
nothing here,
not a ****** thing
in this temporal
techno-world
will suffice.

I miss the moraine,
for there I am
surrounded by my serac-buddies,
listening to gale force winds,
whispering more to me
then any sea level breeze.

I miss the rumble of our tracks,
we were like the thunder,
rolling over the endless dunes,
it's a tune you never forget,
stays hidden
deep inside,
like the oldies.

I wish I could wake up
next to your smiling face,
feel the warmth of you
curled next to me,
my arms wrapped around you,
touching our hearts
with sweet kisses.
This morning,
my tears are heavy,
sometimes
make believe doesn't work.
Darling I miss your touch
so much....

I dream about you darling
and the way you wore
your fitted jeans,
how your lingerie
felt so pure
against my shadow
tasting you
through the lace,
eyes serenely shut.
But it is your pretty face
I think about the most.
I miss
how lit up
it would get
from
a simple kiss.

I miss the way
you parted your hair,
it gave you the sweetest
most innocent look
& I miss your wax jobs,
but that look was pure *****,
all the way.

The wonderful thing about technology
is the ability to achieve spontaneous combustion.

In the blink of an eye,
I can explode in sheer ecstasy
here alone thinking of you
& your sensuous ways,
the way you love to play.

O what joy,
to do this act all alone
in the seclusion
of my empty room!

Now, it seems emptier
without you here
to enjoy this
post-******
technological bliss.

O I miss your wet kisses,
the warmth of your touch,
so much!

Grey skies stretch
across the horizon
with no spot of blue.

Here I am left here
on this barren island
& all I can think of is you.

I can smell you in the gale,
you were a tempest,
a force of nature
& I miss you
watching the rain.

There's a part of me
that wants to write
nasty,
sultry **** to you.
It's the same part you craved,
day in,
day out.
But I just can't
bring myself to do it.
I'm just a simple man,
not a ****.

I met a guy named Adam,
said he was sick of being Jewish,
his parents flaunting all their wealth
& Peter wished he hadn’t been *******
by some of  his brethren Christian fellows,
took him for everything he was worth.

Oh and Aashif told me he was tired
of playing pious Muslim, listening to all
those car bomb exploding on his city streets,
& Neelkamal wondered about Para Brahman,
why some of his kinsmen
treated the women
like cheap ******.

So even if I have
to go underground
like Salmon Rushdie did,
I think I’ll keep my own religion,
thank the sun & the moon
& count my lucky stars
here on sacred-Earth
in blessed hiding.

I'm not leaving
soon on a jet plane,
but I'm going
just the same
& I'm sure
when I'll be back.

I'm sorry
I can't tell you,
but I have
some things to do,
if you only knew.

Every single one of them
took
a little piece of me.
It started out slowly
with my heart,
then they stole
a bit of my hide
& next,
they absconded
with a whole lot
of my soul.

In fact, so much of me
is missing now,
I don't even know
if I'm coming or going,
staying up heading down.

I wear designer jeans
ripped at the knees,
sport inked sleeves,
brightly colored stories,
personal statements of
my own pain & happiness.

I love smoking twisties,
dreadlocks hang down
way past my shoulders,
the noise ring complements
my blue bandana
& tie-dyed Marley-T.

I see well through
these mirrored Oakley's,
the faces of those passing
me by with judgement
written on their faces.

And I want to scream,
"I'm more than
just a fashion statement,
I'm living flesh and bone
& I'm keeping it real!"

And did you
stay up late
reading to me
chivalrous stories
of sweet pretty fairies
& other wonderful tales?

And did you
touch
my most
intimate parts,
'cause I'm much too sensitive
& I constantly dream
of sensuous-pixies
in my sleep
at night.

I've taken your blows.
It's all good darling,
I've broken more bones
than what the experts say exist.

The scars are hidden
under the surface
of this confident exterior,
thanks for the pain,
I'm normal now.

I may have lost everything
in my life
several times over.
But I never,
I never lost her scent.

People don't believe the things I write,
but last night things were different.
Seriously folks,
I was abducted by some beings
in a metallic spacecraft
and given a grand tour of the solar system.
You should see what's behind the sun
or behind the pretty moon.
Oh, we had so much fun!
But that's only half the story
& now I gotta give it a rest.
They told me that next time,
they're gonna show me
the entire universe.
Nope, I'm not a crazy loon,
just an honest insane writer.