We drove over the dunes
like fluid-mercury,
our effect was that quick
& just as dangerous,
demolishing everything in our way,
adobe was no match for tracked-steel.

The boys
screamed like banshees
with every round
the fifty spit out.

It wasn't just
a series of mad minutes,
it was a maniacal
string of horrible memories.

I’d keep my fingers
unwashed for the rest of my life
just to smell her sweet essence.
She’s that delicious & I’m that *****!

We couldn't help ourselves,
we'd been driving for hours
& had worked up some tension.
At the rest stop we barely did,
in a flash we were naked
& on top of the hood
I did partake
of your succulence.
We were oblivious to
the big rigs flying by
as I emptied a  steady stream
of sticky-warmth inside you.
Those truckers were'nt blind,
they were beeping their
horns from both lanes.
When I look back now,
I think we were both insane.
But I'd still do it all over again,
if you only knew.

We couldn't help ourselves,
we'd been driving for hours
& had worked up some tension.
At the rest stop we barely did,
in a flash we were naked
& on top of the hood
I did partake
of your succulence.
We were oblivious to
the big rigs flying by
as I emptied a  steady stream
of warmth inside you.
Those truckers were'nt blind,
they were beeping their
horns from both lanes.
When I look back now,
I think we were both insane.
But I'd still do it all over again,
if you only knew.

I remember the can of corn,
it exploded in the fire,
hot kernels whistled past our ears.
We laughed so hard,
both of us peed in our pants,
rolled about
like drunken sailors.

We counted the stars
through the tiny
corn-holes in our tent,
I still remember
the steam of your breath,
licorice & nicotine,
you blew my mind
to smithereens.

O girl, it was
a time of real romance,
when stupid things
that were really nothing
meant oh so much.
Jesus, I miss your touch...

That **** warm feeling with her
can take you by surprise,
her aura invigorates,
it's an immediate rush.

I imagine her
lying next to me,
lying in full naked-splendor,
her sensual eyes locked on mine
& a coy smile biting her lower lip.

With quickened breathing,
I shake with anticipation
just to kiss her delicate mouth.
I inhale her kisses & immediately
a stirring below speeds up our intimacies.

My mouth travels over her luscious body,
kissing & nibbling, tasting her skin,
inhaling her flowery fragrances
all the way own to nest my face
on top of her bouquet.

Her taste is primordial,
so raw & delicious.
I love to watch her reactions
as I delicately sift her swollen folds
with my wanton hard-tongue,
Her puffed peaks stand up straight
as she floods in waves.

My moving fingers
spread her beauty
to reveal her excitement,
juicy-love covers my face.
She demands the very best
& I deliver it to her.

Methodical & deep,
she keeps the rythym steady,
grinding herself against me
to take all of me.

And when we reach our crescendo,
she whispers my name
as she milks each spasm.

There is nothing on Earth,
no any words that exist
in any language,
to describe
these loving imaginations,
but at least I tried.

I sleep a lot these days,
more than I used to.

Some people say I'm depressed,
but that's okay,
because she's here with me
in my dreams,
we walk and we talk,
and we smoke and we joke,
and sometimes we hold each other
and make love.

Those are the mornings
I wake up
with a piece of granite
and I realize
I'm still alive
and how much
I really miss her
and her sweet
sloppy
succulent
kisses.

So bring it Sandman,
you're burning daylight,
and I want to live
with her at least
one more time.

I saw the twin towers tumble
on the back of a bus.
And that toothy evil-grin
pointing the way.
And it seemed,
it seemed
the people bowed
in reverance.
I was definitely
not in Kansas anymore.

It had been
one of those
microdot nights.

I woke up feeling
like I had run
three marathons.
All I could remember
was feeling good
& flesh-blurs,
those patterns of
sweet movement
etched on the inside
of my aching skull.

The bedframe
had been destroyed
and gossamer
floated from my mouth.
Magenta lip-prints
made a trail
down
from the middle
of my chest
to other sensitive-places.
It appeared as if
I had pulled out
all of her tail feathers
in the place she was lying,
a true fairy in repose,
I drowned in her spirit.

She took it from me,
wild & wanton,
every chance we got,
we forgot about everything,
but kisses
& so much
*******
more.

Jesus, those older women.
She taught me everything
from A to Z.....
and I mean,
******* everything.

Some ******* things
you never forget
at seventeen.

Millions of stars
grace the heavens
& your pretty face
illuminates the entire galaxy.

I am smitten by
the brilliance of your eyes,
forever lost
in the folds of your smile
& think about the miles
between us.

Both alone,
dreaming
in a universe
full of love.

Face lit by cell phone
Small-keys tap out poetry
**** it,  these wrong words

Standing
cheek to cheek,
we waited for something
beautiful to happen.

And it did,
streaming magic
down the inside
of our thighs
sealing our fate.

O Darling
the beauty of it all,
we hugged,
falling,
falling
down
with the
cascade of our love,
automatic.

She sank her fangs
deep into me,
taking my breast away,
her head bobbed.

The delicious sounds
of her ******* me,
made be bleed
even quicker,
filling her throat with a full load,
a healthier dose,
huge flood of my hot-blood.

It was wonderful
to witness her eyes
roll back in her head
before I
was dead,
entered Heaven.

We sat stupefied with the expats,
eyes wide open telling lies
between repeats of
La Bamba & Lady Grinning Soul.
Peter Gunn screamed sax
through the hypnotic-haze,
the place was a ******* rat hole.

Sticky seats smelt like
****, burnt toast & dead feet.
A one-ton greasy bartender
sat on a low stool,
drooled on his cigar
rather than smoking it.
He counted his dough
about every six minutes.

Shadows of waifish tired-women
floated by us like wispy-clouds.
With tricks hand-in-hand,
they moved in and out of
the proverbial back rooms,
an odor of primordial-slime hung.

This was what they called
the tropical-island high-life,
a swanky place where ten bucks
could get you an hour of *****-thrills.

It was actually a cheap-*** brothel
disguised as a night club,
tucked away somewhere
in the middle of nowhere,
the skankiest
of Never Never Lands.

It was by far,
the saddest place
I've ever visited on Earth.

Tangerine splintered the pitch
& coffee lifted spirits,
hard
bold
aroma
wafted the hallway,
a cool breeze whistled
& wool tickled my chin,
each piggie wiggled
to remind them of existence.

O starry starry night
I cannot slumber
here much longer.
Soon the morning
star will rise,
melt the sleepyness
from my eyes,
awaken my spirit &
make my dreams
come alive!

She is the most reverent sweet girl,
is devoted to me in every way.
She plays the nicest games,
twirls me around,
loves to play,
knees on the ground.

The excitement
in her pretty-eyes
& flush on her cheeks
while I stroke my hands
through her gorgeous-hair
brings a whole new meaning
to the power of prayer,
her kneeling,
me standing
on shaken knees,
spent.

I learned about love
in the arms
of a talented woman,
skilled in the finer arts
& a little bit older,
so distinguished.

She showed me sweet things
that the boys & I saw,
read about only in the girlie magazines.
I learned a lot about certain aspects,
the most sensitive parts
of the human anatomy.
There were elements of geometry,
chemical reactions & a sacred order
practiced on this pathway to nirvana.
I was taught
while pictures & words were one thing,
real flesh was everything.
Tender Kisses and soft touching
were greatly impressed upon me.

She sealed my fate
from our very first date
& I've been smitten ever since
with such intimate,
sensuous acts,
a willing prisoner
to her fine memory
with no escape.

Take a wrong turn here
& you might not be coming back,
not because of their missing teeth,
but your color.

Do you lie Doll Face,
do you lie like me,
all alone,
whispering my name,
wondering about
****-sensuous-things
in the darkness
of your room?

O do you hear me Sweetness,
do you hear a ringing in your ears?
And do you feel me, Darling,
do you feel my itch,
this burning,
this beautiful
burning
desire?

Yessss, my hardened-*****,
my hardened-*****
do kiss the air,
with images of you
sitting above me below.
Or maybe switched,
it makes no difference,
you are the hot show
I want to see.

So take me Lady,
take me to the same place,
take me to that higher plane
we both,
we both
want to be,
you see.

O Lovely Girl,
let your fingers,
let your tender-fingers
do the tricks
& read my words,
my words will
work their magic.

Let yourself go,
spill yourself onto me,
spill onto me
with your flow,
you know,
you know
I love it
Baby.

He has six scars,
four are on his face
& strychnine
runs through his veins.

His yellow-tipped fingers,
all eight of them tell a story.
Of course it's a gory one,
but his idea of having fun
is skinning lizards
& making ear necklaces.

He's back in the world now,
but he figures he's safe,
'cause nobody,
I mean nobody,
not even his family,
can recognize him.

Our studious days blended
into frolicking nights
then back
into studious
days again.
A perfect rhytym
accompanied us
behind the scenes of madness,
bits of debauchery
& body experimention.
We played stick quiz
after kissing the ****.
Wild Turkey & J.D.
waited in the wings
to pick up the slack.
Flake was there too.
Who knew what that
**** would do,
wired paranoia ******.
And then there were
long episodes of Kama sutra-type
behavior.
All of us were
saviors to each other,
emptying our hormonal-vaults
in abundance,
the floodgates opened,
usually after Louie Louie dances.
The first time I tasted
beads of shower water
on hard *******,
amongst other delicacies,
was back in those days.
Baby said we gotta go
& we did.
Man that was delicious.

Overcome with lust
Kissing pulling fast thrusting
Back to the workplace

Go ahead doll face,
back up,
back up
just a bit.
Oooooooh,
that's right,
I won't fight you
made me bite my lip,
hip-mover,
you're moving
in the right place.

I was blown away
by her package,
she spoke four languages
with perfect diction,
read nonfiction books
& had a mind like
a nuclear physicist.

Her pretty looks were
just icing on the cake
& I was hoping she'd take
a little look at me,
but she just flew
right on by me,
it blew me away,
I never even got a chance.

Now,
I'm studying fusion,
brushing up on current events
& learning Russian
as a backup plan,
and to alleviate
my confusion.

I saw my reflection
once
shattered
on her cracked irises.
And I would give anything
to kiss the demon
burning
inside her
that's
killing me
still.

We rolled up on the blast site
like mad hornets on auto-pilot,
we had seen **** like this before.
A Bradley had been incinerated.
two skeletal passengers
grinned at us
through blackened teeth
as the locals cowered
in their metal-door alcoves.
An Apache leveled three positions
surrounding us,
while seven bearded men got bagged,
tagged, zip-tied and hauled away.
I saw a foot without a boot
standing straight up
in the middle of the road,
some intestines were being
gobbled up by a manged dog.
I kept my finger at the ready,
my Kevlar buttoned down tight,
my eyes burned from diesel smoke.
It was no ******* joke,
bad things happened there,
I'll never forget
the way it made me feel.
Sick inside.

She is so sweet, so very fine.
Pure succulent honey drips
from her moist layers,
my face covered
with chopped nuts,
*******,
her waves,
her trembling,
overwhelming,
I could eat her forever.

Sweet melodies
swirl around me
like nag champa
in my stronghold,
this sacred place,
keeping me serene,
under the glow-stars
which never twinkle.

We rolled into bars
like we owned the joints,
everybody had their place,
then we'd fan out
like we were on patrol.
Everybody had each other's six
& we didn't give a ****
about anything.
We'd swarm like hornets
if there was trouble,
for in a moments notice
we could be called out
to ***** real violence.
And we were.
Not that Mickey Mouse
chicken **** kind
at your local nightclub,
but the explosive type
you watched on television
or read about
in the newspaper.

We flew into bars
like hellfire & brimstone
& we never took prisoners,
drank until
our heads spun
off the socket,
buzzing.

We rocked it
like time was
running out,
shouted like
sharp dressed men,
the ******* never lied
putting on
an eminence front.

And we made it
through
our young-misbehavior,
not unscathed,
but stung.

We love being in a feral-state,
gripping hips & pulling hair,
slapping her backside
changes the tide,
I spill inside her grind,
barking & howling
behind her sweet moon.

I got the rock tunes
blaring
loudly
down at the
Dairy Queen
& we’re ******* off.

I fell in love
with her banana split,
the whipped cream
& the bushes.
So she jacked me.

And now
I’m infatuated
with fast food desserts
& her fast car.
Barracuda Barracuda.
A 426 hemi.

I remember a night patrol,
we were sweeping some streets
&  we happened upon a basketball game
being watched on an ancient television.
It was the Chicago Bulls vs. the Pistons,
none of the locals watching it
paid us a bit of attention,
their eyes never left the picture.
Basketball seemed more
important than
this War on Terror.
That was just another time
that the ludicrousy
(or fruitlessness)
of our mission
seemed apparent.
**** it,
Go Bulls!

I could bathe
in your sweat
and kiss you
forever.

I watch the palm trees blowing,
visualize the white crystal sands
& I've seen those golden-liquid
television commercials.
Jesus pretty woman,
I smell the sea.
And when I think
about the beautiful dip
between your hip bones,
I get drunk
thinking
about rocking your soul.

Salty, I started rolling
down from your brow,
over your high cheek
past your full lips,
swimming your slender neck
gracefully skimming your shoulder,
and up over your puffy-nip
under your hung fruit
toward your raised-hip,
then falling with gravity
in between your parted thighs
through your succulent-oyster
inside inner-thigh
around knee,
tripping calf
to your pretty toes.

Lord knows,
I am in your sweat,
falling.

This world is dying
The sun has disappeared, it's dark
Beam me up Scotty

Ice-pick-eyes
tell no lies,
I'm feelin' sick,
this throbbing of the head!

I ain't cryin' or even dead,
but caffeine's
a ***** to kick.

Fern-laden trails
wind around up
under the chestnuts
next to babbling brooks,
to a special place
laced with magic,
the lookout where
ten million eyes have seen
the blue settle over the ridges,
& I hear the ghosts of canines
in my sweet memories crying,
barking into the gentle breezes
that once kissed our faces,
while your tongues lapped
the cool country air
& chased horse flies.

I read somewhere
that you can tell a lot about a people
by the way they treat their animals.
The roaming beasts there were sick,
skeleton-skinny,
ravenously hungry,
and skittish as hell.
Much like the residents
in the neighborhoods we visited.
God Bless them.
There but by the grace of God go I.
I thank the Almighty 24/7
that I was spared
from living in beastland.

There's a ringing in my ears,
a buzzing in my central core,
she's making me feel electric,
such a beautiful distraction.
Thank God nobody knows,
but under my clothes,
is a wild beast,
ready to spring
into action.....
to give her complete
& total satisfaction.

O if she could only feel my reaction....

She called me mister peppermint
& told me,
whenever she was down,
she could count on me
to have all the answers,
a perfect soothing lozenge.

O her eyes,
her beautiful eyes,
when she did those things,
she blew me away.

It's ******* humid again outside.
The sweat is dripping,
streaming down my back,
it feels like slippery ants,
powderpuff.
There was a time
when you couldn't wait
to ******* brine.
You'd rip my pants off,
delicately.
You had *****
bigger than most guys,
I loved them
swinging
between your milky thighs.
The gutteral sounds you made
told me you were sunk,
so smitten,
in a dream state.
And when
I tasted our elixir,
you became lost
in another dimension.
Do you hear my calling?
It's ******* humid again outside.
I want to swallow us
whole,
you beautiful holy child
with wicked
sienna eyes.

Intertwined beings
His crown unhoods her sweet heart
Beautiful moment

How can simple words
be constructed
in such a wonderful way
to describe
how you truly
make me feel.

Oh sure,
I can write how
you've stolen my heart,
given me the butterflies
& made my knees grow weak.

And oh yes,
I can go deeper in meaning
& let them know
how I sweat
when I'm with you
in compromising places.

But it's your pretty face
I cannot forget
or even try to explain,
you are one of such
pure beauty.

It was extra cold this winter,
continuous ice floes
danced on top of the swirling rapids
near Munson's Creek.

As the stars disappeared,
the sun cracked
the eastern horizon,
I had been out all night
setting the extra traps.

My camp was set earlier this year,
near the largest dam of the
big-toothed water-creatures,
I hoped to trap
me some bigger beavers
this time around.

The pelt harvest was quite significant
in last year’s haul, but now
the boys down at Johnson’s Mercantile
had placed an order for twenty-five more.
I planned to make my quota
before the spring thaw.

I was getting lonelier than hell
in this frozen wasteland.
I really missed my darling Mae,
if she only knew how blue I was.
My dog was getting homesick too.

I always wondered what happened to Becky.
She’d crank up the crack pipe
& love that thing
‘till she passed out,
usually four days later.
The open sores scarred her face
& her missing teeth were unbecoming
for what was once such a beautiful smile.
Somebody must have really gotten to her spirit.
But whatever the case,
the real reasons for her downhill slide,
those drug companies
are going to pay
someday,
truth.

She had a pink unicorn tat
running in a trail of pixie-stardust,
emblazed on her upper left shoulder.
Despite the ravages
up and down
her scarred arms,
she still kept the eyes
of a newborn doe.
Wide and brilliant,
but dimmed when
she rode the horse.
I cried all my reserves
when I heard
she crossed over
to the land of fantasy,
the resting place
for single-horned
animal lovers.
In no way,
did that sweet
little
dear girl
deserve such
a tragic ending.
Strangely now,
I shiver
when I look up
at the million twinkling stars,
I think of Becky
and her sad beginning.