He asked me
why his ex
was acting dramatic
& crying.

So, I looked at him,
thinking
he's got to be kidding
& said, "Maybe you broke her heart."

And he didn't say a word,
just looked at me
with pursed lips,
then laughed nervously.

*******.

Spiral my son,
sway to the mystic tune,
let loose your hood,
embrace the burning sun,
spit venom.

What a freaking
deadly sight to see,
seated dual wizards
aiming 20mm buzzsaws
& using pinpoint rocketry
on unfriendlies
exercising black magic
shivering in their boots.

We blew into bars
like we had nothing to lose.
Disco ***** & ***** tonks,
beach clubs or The Ritz,
it didn’t matter,
we were oblivious
to the surrounding action.

A brotherhood of unknowns,
we were usually drunk,
ready to strike
anywhere,
anytime,
we could even
drop in from the sky
on command,
sober.


Like cobras, we
had venom running
through our veins,
our hearts pure,
but mess with us,
heads would definitely roll.
I was good with
concussive-devices too.

Once I threw one
into a pit of vipers,
heard it explode,
saw the aftermath,
so drinking in bars ain’t ****,
I love cheap perfume.

A pinch between gums
not hungry on high alert
perpetual high

I've swallowed my rocket fuel
& I'm counting down to blast-off,
it won't be long.

You always told me
that people have cosmic-movement
deep inside their vessel,
that you could feel their vibration
with just your mind.
And you were right darling.
This person stood right next to me,
pouring packets of raw sugar
into her creamy coffee.
I could touch her smile
as she experienced
jubilation
deep in her inner core
with just my fingertips.

Jimmy's pad
was a rockin' place.
Like small mountain ranges,
mounds of pinkish-flake
covered the mirror.

His triple beam
balanced baggies
twenty-four seven,
while his harem of ******
went from door to door,
snorting huge lines &
******* massive *****
of the wide-eyed,
strung-out paranoids.

These vampires
always seemed
on the run,
jonesing, looking
out of the windows
'till four am,
sick for more
of the blow.

Usually I like
the color azure,
but her hue was different,
she had eyes that looked
like dripping ice,
a frozen stare
that put chills
up your back,
made your hair
stand on end.
That's cold blue
baby.

I hear the drone
a mile away,
the endless stream of traffic,
truckers & autos
pushing on in
the stillness
of a winter morn,
no sun to guide them,
just endless rows
of highway lights.

I fight the loneliness
with my woolen blanket,
realizing
my feet are cold,
listening alone.

It's chilly outside
this woolen blanket,
I'm staying
under it curled.

There's only so much warm blood
in a human body
& mine's all used up.

I am running on cold vapor now,
the kind you breathed into me,
disguised as love.

I dug deep
& gathered
all
I needed to know.
I knew there were two sides
to her dire story.
There always is.

I grasp a rose
between my teeth
& lie alone
in silence
clenching you.

Virtue & integrity
cling to my bones
like spent pieces of armor
carrying the
dings & dents of
loving-combat.

My thoughts of you
& what you do to me
are forever imbedded
in my tortured mind,
now too weak
to follow principles,
for my heart does overly lie
& my lips remain sealed.

In agony,
I await the coming sun
to bring me light,
& to stop this internal fight
of loving you.

Come Eros,
come to me in my hour of need
my faithful God.

My heart is buried deep,
now is the time
for planting.

My weight is on her *****
& she floods,
she floods a tidal wave
& saves me,
throbbing seed,
flowing a warm cascade,
she is mine.

Come to this place.
It's as ancient
as the rolling hills,
where the moonglow
ignites
heavenly bodies,
intertwined,
making love
on another plane.
Come to this place

Do you see
what you want to see
on cracked mica,
do you feel
what you want to feel
so stifled,
do you taste
what you want to taste
you're choking,
do you smell
what you want to smell,
that stench,
do you hear
what you want to hear
in silence,
no joking?

Hold onto my hips
& use your magic
on me witchy woman.
Go ahead,
tickle my spine
with a vulture feather
& draw runes
all over my naked body.
Stab my doll
with pins
& throw dried corn
into the wind.
I want to be
a slave
to your spells,
any of them,
it doesn't really matter,
'cause you're so fine
& I want to die
in your black charms.

I've witnessed
the curvature
of the Earth
more than two dozen times
while standing
on my own two feet.

Each time
when I commune like this,
with these swirling
zephyr-clouds,
they whisper to me,
songs,
something different.

And upon
the rising of the
morning star,
me too,
in tune with the gods.

This office conference table is huge
& I have visions of you,
lying here,
taking dictation
by the minute,
screaming affirmations
& I am lost,
lost in another place,
haven't heard a single word
anybody has said.
dreaming of your pretty face.

O those sweet memories
often overtake me
& I feel such a familiar tingling,
reminding me of your sugary kisses
that traveled entire lengths,
unleashing the genie.

I remember
your knees pulled
to your chest,
revealing a ripeness
I miss.

They force fed me
the crucifix
& now,
now all I do is *****,
***** words trying,
trying to make sense
of it all.

Those sick *******
tried hard,
tried hard
to change me.

Moonglow reflects
on the shimmering palms
of the oasis
where I seek a respite
to wipe away this dust,
refresh my parched lips.

I have connected
the star-dots
to get back to you
& with one leg left,
I count the hours
to be held in your arms
once again,
soon.

I came from a long line,
just wore a different suit,
drove steel
& carried more
modern weapons.

Winds swirl through the pines,
whispering
the coming of the freeze.
As the sun dips west,
an owl reports
his tradition hoot.

I sit alone
watching leaves fall,
wondering if
he's sending a warning
or just plain happy
about hunting
on a cold chilly night.

Contemplate
the nickname
"Piston Tongue"
and if it doesn't make you
weak in the knees,
quiver a tiny bit,
then you're not thinking
deep enough.

Intertwined,
kissing,
in the relentless surf,
she accepted
every angle
of her
wonderful predicament
& he
on the other hand,
was willing and able
to dish out his very best,
glistening,
stoking coals,
in and out
under the moonlight
casting a pale light
on their romance,
they wished on falling stars,
listening to the shoreline
lap continuous-waves
& soft whispers.

We came bearing corporate gifts,
Three Musketeers & Juicy Fruit,
Gummi Bears &
a few Marlboros.

Some of them wore souvenirs T's,
the Bulls & the Yankees,
Disney World
& the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles,
totally clueless.

Out in the markets,
sat a million capitalists
selling pirated Hollywood
& fake Levis
to make a nickel.

And when we left,
we gave them
even more destruction
by leveling their villages
with another corporate gift,
our Lima M1 Abrams.

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It was called a summer of love,
but in reality,
it was mainly
one of *** & alcohol.

We practiced endlessly,
dulled our senses
to break the ice,
imbibed unlimited amounts
of mind twisting elixirs.

Then we'd bend each other
into sensuous body-positions
& I'd fill you up
deeply
with copious amounts
of your favorite
substance.

Too bad
there was no such thing
as sexting back then,
we could've skipped
the heavy drinking
we used for foreplay.

We really should've had
our sweet **** fun
without the use of spirits
anyways &
no hangovers
would have
been swell.

Yep, I wished we would've
had such technology,
it would've saved us
hundreds,
maybe even thousands.

I hear the pitter patter,
the incessant tapping,
the rising and falling
of fingertips
emanating
from cubicled walls.

And my mind drifts
to more pleasant times,
to the rhythm of your heart,
so steady,
so alive.
It seems like eons ago
that you rocked my world
with your sweet kisses.

And it's times like these,
times lost to sheer boredom
that I drift,
dream about the moment,
the moment when
our eyes did meet,
locked in each others arms,
counting heartbeats.

It was deadly,
forever cold,
freezing
way up
inside the Hindu Kush,
but after some time,
we'd become experts,
would find a spot
with a perfect
field of view,
without bushes.

Darkness would settle
& we sport NVG's,
searching
the avenues
below.

Who knew country boys
full of **** & vinegar,
like us,
would end up
in a granite-nest
like this?

Buzzer, Rock, & me
sat in the
most excellent
of **** zones
way above the treeline,
whispering about
trivial *******
which meant nada.

We would hold our breath
when we heard movement,
the slightest pebble roll.
Tracers pinpointed
the cause
creating blood trails
with no bodies,
because they always
took the dead
by dawn.

She has all the suitors
drooling,
lined up like tin soldiers,
waiting for her commands.

And on the sacred battlefield,
like a bold knight of old,
an infiltrator
crawls to her defense,
making sense
of her sweet-code,
the ones encrypted
on her soft walls.

And she is taken.

I don't just like smoke and lightning,
I f'ing love them
& true.
more than a nature's child,
I'm a universal warrior,
not just born to be wild,
but f'ing
crazier than wild.

Is your daddy rich...huh???

I've stood on the Earth
& witnessed the curvature.
It's a cool place,
there's nobody up there
'cept crazy people like me
who want to see life
on the real
edge,
standing
in freezing winds
a mile or two
above the clouds.

I can't feel my toes
the tips of my fingers tingle &
my lungs are about to explode.
This stinging nose
drips snot
frozen
onto my cracked lips
that still manages
to muster a devilish smile.

We were young & naive,
somewhat
totally clueless,
but definitely
not careless.

O yes Darling,
you were the scholar.
Well read on
the finer body arts,
very **** & hairless,
you
wanted it all,
to reach
the outer limits
with
me &
we
did.

And when
I found your special spot,
it was the ultimate sensation,
we were on cloud nine,
you looked so fine.

Like kids in a candy store,
we wanted more & more,
played Kama Sutra
for endless hours,
intertwined together
at different angles,
practiced in earnest,
sensuous
crazy-animal-love,
discovering new
hot intimate things,
that most
certainly were sent
from the glorious
Heavens above.

By the time I made it to the Panhandle,
I was already in over my head,
a rascal from birth,
unearthing new mysteries.

There was really no such thing as love,
it seemed like it was all about the pleasure
taken in robbing me of some of mine.

No regrets here, it was not unkind,
it's just the way it was, the way
it's always been, I think.

Leaving trails of broken trust,
continuing onward toward the sinking sun,
throwing bitterness by the wayside,
next to folly & blowing like the wind,
the cold cold wind felt by broken hearts.

Ice-winds cut like knives
Wire seems a crazy trapeze
You just sit cawing

My crazy head buzzes
thinking of you,
this breathing
gets deep
& shallow
with this yearning,
hard as a diamond,
my ***** throbs
wishing for
your sweet embrace
& you
smothering my face
with your lovely
nectar.

I was awestruck the first time
I saw you
hold yourself up like that,
baiting me,
giggling so sweetly,
because you knew,
you of my addiction,
my addiction
to your crazy heart.

The screaming
don't bother me none,
that's half the fun.
The other half
is leaving 'em
lying around
naked,
exposed
in broad daylight,
in various states
of decomposition.

Feed me dear lady,
feed me ripened fruit
taken from your *****
& I,
I will
create magic
inside your lonely heart.

I found concealment
in a waiting game.

Target identified,
acquired and verified.

Proper breathing
with the squeeze.

Crack,
misty-pink.

I crossed over the river
wanting to learn
about the Orphic bag of tricks
& realized I had become
part of the underworld.

And fallen under
the spell of Hypnos,
I watched Psyche
get her first kiss
& come alive
by tender-magic.

Thai smoke swirled,
uncoiling snakes
reaching into Heaven,
lungs exploding,
ecstasy released.

Harmony we found,
us herbal warriors,
brilliant,
enlightened smiles,
high-fives all around.

We sped in slow motion
across the emerald sea,
only to be stopped
by a jailbreak
blaring
so loudly
on FM radio.

It was silly,
us on the bridge,
******,
bewildered,
looking around
as others drove by
sober.

We laughed till
our buzz blew away
with the fading traffic.

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The frail nature of the soul
makes for confused company,
especially in
a world of moving fingertips
clicking precious-time away.

Passions run deep &
our minds travel
in nanoseconds,
we grasp glimpses
of each others worlds
on the dark side of the moon.

Yet, we still remain
a million miles away,
trapped in cyberspace,
endlessly flowing.

We forget
the contact,
the touch of our lips,
those loving-arms
embraced around our hearts,
human reactions,
only to remember
genuine frustration,
continual loneliness
& isolation.

Seems forever we look
for super nova,
remaining hardwired,
inspired.

And hopefully,
we never lose
faith,
hope or love
traveling like this,
missing kisses.

Word conundrums
Vertical Horizontal
O Arthur Wynne!

I stepped on a crumbled flower today
and it hurt.

I hung a crusader coin
around my neck
in a custom
silver setting.

Thirteen hundred years
have passed
from Antioch to here.

The head of
the helmeted
mailed- knight is
in perfect relief,
the Celtic-cross intact.

It has no special powers,
it's just a memory
of religious-brutality,
now hanging silent.