I stomped a head
in an unknown village,
broke some ribs
in a city without a name
& crushed a few hands
in a town that
no longer exists.
I insist,
I'm not certifuable,
ain't no lunatic in bdu's,
I was just doing my job.

Write me something epic,
pour your soul
into inked stanzas,
help me to feel your heartbeat,
make me understand
what makes you tick,
see the starlight
in your veins.

I'm not insane
so use any words you like,
I can read.

It runs diagonal
across the back of my neck,
three inches long,
maybe a bit longer
and it tingles
when I get the orders
from the mother ship,
strange voices buzzing,
an unknown language
telling me to wait,
to wait for their return,
to revolutionize,
to colonize this world.

Do you want my lovin' darling?
I'll love you like no other.
The question are
can you take the heat,
stand up straight
when I'm cookin' vittles
up in your sweet kitchen?
I got this sensual-itching,
are you gonna be *******'
at that 3 am wake-up call?
How 'bout if I crawl home
to you for that afternoon delight?
And are you gonna fight me
when I push you
face up against the wall,
move your lace aside
for a quickie?

So think about these
questions & more,
sweet baby.
And if you're ready,
please shut the door,
there's a draft blowing in here
& I need some of your body heat,
the good lovin'
I know you got,
dear precious lady.

I have a full head of hair
& a nice set of teeth,
one gold cap.
The house I own
is a modest one,
with a bit over an acre
& a vegetable garden.
All of my limbs are
intact, both eyes
are in my head
& I can speak fluently.
Oh, and I'm well fed
& keep myself trim.
What the hell do I have
to worry about?
It's not like I'm
crossing the English Channel
in a landing craft
or going for another round
of chemo.
I could be limping
on an artificial leg
or eating prime rib
through a plastic straw.
If being stuck in congested-traffic
is the worse thing I have going,
then I humbly confess,
I'm pretty ******* blessed.

I'm the original sin,
my middle name is trouble,
I'll burst your bubble
& you'll come
back for more.

I can make
your head spin,
you'll drool
all over yourself
tasting me,
it's all free.

You might think
you taste like cyanide,
but I've got you beat.
I'll sweep you off you feet
when our eyes meet!

Are you really sure
you wanna meet?

'Cause don't you know darling,
I'll poison your soul,
I'm pure,
unadulterated
strychnine!

To be sure,
we've all got hard luck stories.
Some are rather gory,
others
some serious allegory,
but what,
but what makes mine
better,
or even worse,
than yours.
I haven't a license on more *******
than all the others,
yet I have been given a ton of it,
and I don't,
I don't want
to feed you
more
than you've already
been given.
That ain't cool
& I tend to think,
I'm seriously frozen.

Some lyrics stay with you,
they stick to your memory
like glue,
if you only knew.
I'm leaving on a jetplane soon
& I'm not sure when I'll be back,
'cause the melody's sticking
this time for good
I think,
I'm hooked on a feeling.

When I fantasize
about you,
I get frantic.
I lose my breath &
stutter on my semantics.
It's as if I come
under a crazy ***-spell.
I get heart palpitations
& a hard-on for you
that won't stop.
I drop to my knees
& play make believe,
like I'm right behind you.
If you only knew the outcome
& I'm sure you do,
you'd play too.

Spinning endlessly
opening spiritual signs
I feel like the Hajj

You feel me
& you know you do.
Like a draught of warm whiskey,
I will circulate,
I will circulate,
I will swim in your blood,
flood your mind
with passions untold,
finger your softest spots
with a delicacy
you've never had.
And if you think I'm mad,
you're right.
I'm totally mad about you.
I'll fight to the death
to spend a night with you.

I hear dead silence
in this empty room of mine
& I'm craving those sloshy sounds.

They're the finest sounds I know
next to her heavy breathing,
skin slapping mine
& tender screaming.

Whoops,
I must be dreaming
about her again,
what a mess.

She's so fine.

O sweet darling,
put me in your crosshairs,
pull your trigger,
give me your best shots.

I'll step out in the clear,
put my body in position,
make myself ready.
I'm waiting.
For if I get to play with you,
I don't mind being the prey.

And if you only knew
what I'd love to do to you,
you'd have your selector switch
on fully automatic.
Like I said,
I'm waiting.

Fire away.

Breathless,
I watch
the gentle stream
roll down,
drip,
splash along
the rocks,
imagining you
gripping me
in a dream.

Some days,
I feel heavy
like an iron-trophy.
For many have said nice things,
like you're the special one,
certainly you came to me
from the heavens above,
this is genuine love.

Other days,
I'm as light as a feather,
not truly a fighter,
but when strung together,
I'm as handsome as
Sitting Bull's headdress,
yet just another one
for the next
unloving milliner.

I'm in between flights,
traveling super fast,
in metallic tubes
skirting jet streams.
I dream up there
above the clouds,
until the captain
spills his guts
on the loud speaker
& brings me back
to Earth
to write
a little ditty.

Your sweet voice swirls like black smoke,
uncoiling,
speaking a song of heartbreak
& the *****
compliments rolling percussion,
screaming hope from nothing.
You just want to be a woman,
nothing less.
You turn the wheels of desire,
rasping
from deep within
your genuine lady-soul.
I am sorry for your hurt,
I know the ******* of intimacy
& it tears us apart.
I do believe
we're only slaves
in between sets.

There's a place I go,
it's hidden in between
the verses & stanzas,
painted in my heartfelt-words
oozes from my deeper-self,
the one I'm trying to touch.

And on this incessant
quest for reason,
the journey for complex explanations,
I find I'm not do different after all.

It's so very simple.

For the astral plane
seems full
of similarities,
loneliness,
broken dreams,
cracked skulls & broken hearts.

Thus, our search shall continue,
it will always be penned &
we will always
be in *******
to love,
one way
or another,
we know it.

O Darling,
I have heard our sounds
reverberate,
like the tinkling
of fine crystal,
the cascade.

O the releasing,
such moments
of fine-euphoria,
those waves of
sheer passion
& to have survived,
to be in *******
to you
forever.

Go ahead Darling,
dolly yourself up,
climb up on your platforms,
tighten those jeans around
your nice lady-hips.
Spread some hot pink
on your ruby red lips.
I think you are the bomb!
O let me,
O please let me,
light your fuze
when your ready to explode,
ready to explode
with me.
It's incineration time.

I read about that ****,
screamin' mimis
in the 'Nam
& really didn't believe it
until I saw something
similar
near Mortaritaville.

Locked in tight,
a single bulb hung
from the cracked tile ceiling,
the window fan spread
the nag champa
as I sat with
crossed knees.

Out in the street
I heard chants,
smelled the odor
of refuse &
it confused,
titillated my senses.

I had left
the 21st century
to find myself
& found another
sacred planet
right here
on Mother Earth.

You took my breath away,
made my knees weak,
I fell at your feet,
savored your pretty toes,
then you gave it back.

I am fallen yet,
no regrets &
still crumbled,
'cause
I thought you would stay.
Lord knows.

I was told to never say never
and oft I've been
haunted by its repercussions,
for nobody is perfect.

Pink melts to the surface
explosively to greet me,
slowly pressing up
to dust away the pitch.

And one by one,
each diamond disintegrates,
snuffed out
by the perpetual coming
of the morning star.

I've spent a million wishes,
gone this far
to give up now
& I won't.
I need to stare down sundown
in the face
again,
just to prove a point,
I still believe in my dreams,
even if others don't.
Seize the ******* day
as nightfall comes quickly.

Everywhere we went,
we rode shotgun,
carried one too.

We were home wreckers,
housebreakers,
misfits riding on the edge.

We came with sledgehammers,
battering rams, metal-knuckles,
some disappeared for interrogation.

You should have seen the head splitter,
he went back to the world,
they turned him loose again
into the general population.

Bright-eyed bushy-tailed bucks,
we forged into no man's land,
miles & miles of golden desert sand
was the mainstay of that virtual wasteland.

A traditional-home of the kingdoms,
warlords counting their money,
that **** wasn't funny.

I never laugh at horror stories
or disbelieve fairy tales,
they might be real.

I am a million miles away,
I am not here,
I never was.

The mind is a terrible thing
to waste & I don't
as fluid thoughts of you
drip constantly,
come upon me
like a tidal wave,
they ebb,
then flow again
with you gripping
my melting heart,
not a single moment
is wasted.
Trust me Darling,
it's true.

Let's collaborate
& write some classics.

And if you only knew
(but of course you do),
how much,
how much I love.
I love to write,
you'd give up the fight.

No ***** mind here,
I'm not the least bit confused,
it's just pure infatuation
with this muse.

So let's collaborate
& write some classics,
we can start a series!

The faint sound of singing crickets
guides my way along the path
under the glow of full moon light,
I walk slowly along granite
smelling fresh jasmine,
beautiful open blossoms,
inhaling the starless night.

She is body-electric,
unstoppable,
you cannot turn her off,
mold isn't in her vocabulary.
Poetry in motion
was written about her.

Her tips are like rare diamonds,
beautiful, hard & multi-facted.
And in her eyes, you
see the hurricane,
it blows people away.

I am hanging,
holding on for dear life,
in her path,
hopefully
to stay.

She's so addictive
& what can I say
with my dry mouth,
she takes my breath away.

A warm flush takes over me
whenever she's around
& I can't think straight.
I get totally disoriented
after we finish our hot date
lying on aluminum foil.

She steals my laces
& I fall out of my shoes,
following her to the edge
with a burnt silver spoon.

She has marked me forever,
stuck me with her pin ******.
She makes me sick inside
with her evil ways,
playing with her needle.

Reload,
tap tap
my magazine,
push up,
pull the bolt,
use the assist,
locked & loaded.
I'm fully awake.
Look out.

I can't wait
to blow this joint.
I'm gonna travel light,
blaze a 777 across
the deep blue sea
& if all goes right,
I'll be sipping a Beaujolais
near the Champs Elysees.
I may even splurge a bit,
get a pack of Gitanes
& smoke my *** off.

Then maybe
I'll take a taxi
down to the Seine
to watch all the lovers
holding each other
for those memorable shots.
I forgot that feeling,
but in one day and a wake-up,
I'll be there to reminisce,
try to capture the moment.

I never did it myself,
but those special ops guys
are a bit twisted.
Said they used katana-tips
to disable spinal cords,
told me they did it
in the blink of an eye.
I think that's an exaggeration,
I think they did it quicker,
in and out like lightning.
Freaking frightening.

I want to wake up a star,
hungover with whiskey-breath,
with my arms
wrapped around an angel
whose own breath of cannabis
is a testament to insane
***, drugs, and rock & roll.

Oh yes you crazy lady,
there's a devil inside of me.
Unleash it with your
mad ways.
I'll play your silly
insane love game.

In my mind,
I slipped inside
her deepest thoughts
& wondered if
I was inside her,
making her warm
with my own
sweet thoughts.

The rest of the world
sleeps, while sheep laugh in your face
as the hours tick by

I hear steel traps
whistling down the highway,
those endless
fossil fuel burners
playing a technological tune,
humming to nowhere,
trying to make ends meet
under the vastness
of an entire universe.

She’s been there forever,
somewhere, always
in the back of my mind,
just under the surface.
I’ve never been able to wash her smell,
extract her beautiful image,
out of my memory.

It was not those brown eyes,
those pouty-lips or her dimpled cheeks,
not even her thick crown of gorgeous hair.
It was purely chemical,
we were bound by our genetics,
engaged immediately
in the most sensual-rituals,
every single time
was as good as the last.

Those feelings flare up occasionally,
and it’s always the same thing.
My heart lands in my throat,
I can’t breathe & my blood flow
increases the tingling
down below.

And I just know,
in the back of my mind,
she still feels the same,
I can feel her, still.

I walked along the fence line,
hands in my denim-jeans,
headlong into the warm-breeze.
Windmill-blades spun,
squeaking through rust,
wildflowers fluttered
as the sun bore down.

A flock of birds hung
on the top strand
of kinked barbed wire,
scattering as I approached,
spinning up
into a spiral above.

Cool-sweat dripped
down my spine,
reminding me,
reminding me of her,
my dream girl,
the sweat we created
in fields of clover.

The crows cawed,
mocked me,
reminding me
it was now over
and I,
I was all alone
in these empty fields of clover.

The first time
I slipped inside her,
I felt every single beat
of her fiery-heart,
inhaled her breaths
of fresh primal-air
& tasted the fragrance
of her gorgeous hair.

And in her firm grip,
the grasp of her pretty flower,
she swallowed my soul,
took me deep
forever.

I remember
when it was all over,
it was always so bittersweet
as no one was ever sure
if we'd ever meet again.

But the comfort
we found together
will remain forever,
amongst
the silent stone sentinels
with etched faces
who know
we smiled
& in the infinite,
that means everything.

Good bye.

Man, my head hurts,
it feels like
I've been hit by a freight train!

What's that you say?
It was raining
*****-women
everywhere.
I'm a super freak,
I lost complete control,
got out of hand,
did a striptease
in Tijuana last night!?

****, that sunlight's bright,
please close those blinds!

What's that you say?
I got in a little fight
in Tijuana last night!?
No wonder
I've got this swelling,
a huge black-eye!

Hey, has anybody
seen my wallet
or my skivvies!?

Jesus, who's matchbook is this!?
"Pepe's Donkey Shack"!
Who the hell's Lupita!?

And you say I'm a freak!?
It looks like you're the one
who tweaked
in Tijuana last night!!!

I was in heat
with you
wearing your cotton dress
see-thru,
you were bare
underneath,
an enchantress
& you took me
visually,
a seductress,
I went down hard
& you took me
away
forever.

I know
my lovely darling,
you're sound asleep,
slumbering away.

But do you,
do you feel
my gentle-fingers
pushing aside
your cute
white flowery-lace.

And do you.
do you feel my face,
my wanton mouth
tasting your
sweet honey.

Pray tell
my precious beauty,
do you,
do you in your dreams,
do you,
feel me?

Remembering your honeysuckle breath
& driven by the sweet taste
of your dew,
I followed heaven's twinkling lanterns
to your secret garden
& in the cool of the night,
we made love
to the sound of cicadas,
bathed in the fragrance of jasmine,
glistening in each other's honey.

You spit in my mouth
& I tasted your rejection,
swallowed your disdain,
it pained me
with a healthy dose
of indigestion
& yet I wanted more.

You see darling,
it is a dessert to me
& I’m a *******
for more of
your sweet spittle.

I open & say ahhhhhhhhh…..

She killed me.
The wild things she did
slayed me.
Through and through,
she pierced my heart
with her ****** shenanigans.
But make no mistake,
I prayed to be a cat,
not with nine wives,
nine lives.
Here kitty kitty,
she purred,
I cried meow meow
curling her toes.