Look at him dance so meticulously across the stage,
see his arms flow in harmony above his stringed-head.
Watch his bouncing-legs move in step with the agenda,
they move his fingers with such care, flys in air
with such delicacy, they can make him smile,
manipulate his eyebrows with subtle grace,
such excitement they paint on his face.
He's such a spunky toy, a prisoner,
a boy looking to cut strings.

I don’t need a maid,
I don’t really care
if my bed’s unmade.
Home cooking is tasty & nice,
but take-out’s rather nice,
it’ll suffice from time to time.

I need a lady-child,
someone who loves cut flowers,
wears them & pretty ribbons
in her flowing hair.
I need a real woman,
not scared
to break a nail,
someone who can hike trails,
listen to my tales.

I want a kama-sutra lover,
someone not scared,
unafraid to discover
deeper meanings with me.
I pray for that special-angel,
someone who will come to me
from above,
a sweet turtle-dove,
full of genuine love.

It was early fall,
the leaves were vibrant
when I crawled to the bar,
catch myself a weekend buzz.

Fred’s drinks were pure trouble,
more jet fuel than mixer.
I mean you could torch your breath
after just one sip.
Rock blared there like a live concert,
loud enough to make you a deaf mute
after just one drink.
The dark walls swirled,
moved in & out, carnival-like,
I purred-down
Jack-elixirs.

I first saw her shining
from across the Mahogany bar.
She was hidden in the shadows,
a real good looker.
Her amber hair was crazy,
blowing everywhere
like the bride of the stitched-man,
electrode-neck.

She might have been a ******
or a nose-candy queen,
but after what the bartender gave me,
it really didn’t matter,
life was played ******* the edge
in them days.

I was enthalled with her,
captivated by her lady-vibes,
she was the perfect last call.
We sang rock and roll songs
in my 455 rocket, crawled
the back roads,
looped
all the way
to my country-place.

We were on auto-pilot,
dropped our guards,
fell into each other’s embrace.
She smelled like salty-patchouli,
had a killer innocent-face,
kissed me with fire,
such strong desire,
a beautiful-wantonness.
Her eyes were so red & green,
indeed she was
the consummate,
the prettiest,
late-night dream girl.

She was bathed in bright ink,
the sun, the moon, the stars,
vividly scrawled on her back
along with a frowning-tiger.
Above her privacy, I spied
a smiling-gnome
with outstretched arms
screaming, “I Wuv You.”

I obliged him,
there was no fighting
her ***** to the wall demeanor.
We shook the planet,
frolicked way past the wee hours,
deep into the noon hour.

When the earth-shattering stopped,
I was hung over on her & the jp4.
We crashed still trashed,
I still don’t know
how I ever got her home.

You were not real to me back then,
but who was real to anyone
in those crazy days.

We held hands,
skipped stones,
tumbled on oaken banks.
We hid out in the palmettos,
made beef jerky,
cleaned rabbits,
traded secrets.

You taught me gentleness,
showed me what made you tick.
Primal-musk was thick in the air,
I succumbed to your whims,
rose up to meet every sweet-demand.
We sinned, glistened in the summer sun.
I watched myself spread your flower,
was your man of the hour,
we had genuine backwoods fun.

Those were the really wild times,
we scrambled in the brambles,
seemed always on the run.
We stole kisses with  
moccasins & gators
down at that
old swimming hole.
Our lives intertwined,
we swirled, swooned
under  the moon,
spooning.

I reminisce about you often &
now realize all great things
come to an end.

Still, I have the taste
of black water & you
in my mouth,
whispering you good vibes...

Standing in the jet stream,
I witnessed the curvature of the Earth.
Zephyr-clouds danced around me,
whispered their secret language,
reminding me to never forget
how the mountain allowed me to
be witness to the sacred-drama.
The mountain allowed me
safe passage on my descent, too.
If you only knew how lucky we were......

We wore rebelliousness on our shoulders,
frisky pool-hall junkies with high & tights,
cracking skulls was our nature,
warriors straddling the edge,
for in a moment’s notice
we could be whisked,
whisked away into harm’s way
& harm takes no prisoners,
neither did we.

nature comes through verse
comforting warm like the sun
till the cutting line.

Wandering the ridge line
alone on high alert,
I kept my head on a swivel
as I moved down
into the humid-cool-mist
toward high camp.

Boulders strewn about
the size of Volkswagens
littered the landscape
as I walked
cautiously
expecting to see
Teradactyls in flight,
scavenging for their
next meal.

This place was the real deal,
barren, rugged & brutal,
the place where flying dinosaurs
could ruin your day.

It's no wonder most
people never come up here
to play. Alpinists say
they love it that way,
the fewer the better.

But I have my doubts.
I read something somewhere
about being able to outrun
your mates in the event
of an aerial carnivore-attack.
'Cause out here all alone,
I was an easy meal,
a sitting duck,
fodder for those
vicious-creatures.

I was overjoyed
when I saw the yellow speck
of my nylon tent.
I jumped with happiness,
thanked the mountain-gods
for my safe passage,
warm soup & gossamer feathers,
a restive-stronghold from
hungry reptiles!