Here it is, its all for you
a sound that's sort of new
fiddles play, and steel guitars
***** tonkin' at the bar

Cowboys groove
cowgirls move
belly's rub and buckles clink
now its time for a drink

Pearl snap shirts and cinch jeans
so tight, creates a scene
as she drops low to the floor
hear and see, the crowd roar

Grabs a hat from his head
he hopes later, she's in his bed
red hair swished back and forth
married guys hope for divorce

Up on the bar, she does dance
everybody stares, there is no glance
flings his hat across the room
and starts ***** dancing with the broom

All eyes peeled, as the music dies
she looks around and there's no surprise
dudes lined up, ready drinks to buy
she walk back to her guy

Dreams dashed and turned to mush
coming down, adrenaline rush
everybody settles in
as the band begins again

Click, click, click, click
the everyday sounds of life going slow
climbing and climbing most days
then a bit of a stop as life plateaus

Then life changes
throws you a curve
the bottoms drops out
and steals your breath as you swerve

Be it love or death
new jobs, baby's birth
a move to some place new
and then some loops in self worth

Or sometimes stops
and runs in reverse
you feel de ja vu
and sometimes that's worse

And then it slows down
your tired and out of breath
and gets toward the end
then it stops, and time for death

The highs and lows
flash before your eyes
you relive the laughs
and some of the cries

Then its over
there is simply no more
the lap bar opens
and you head for the door

The gates are ahead
and the amusement is done
you pass the torch
to other someones

Lips moistened
brown sugared sweetness imparted
with lick of her tongue
kisses prepared

she will have her way
in that negligee
sheer and barely there
my emotions ensared

slowly peels it away
I sit and stare
ramrod straight
ready to share

here she comes now
its her rule of law
I cannot wait
for sugar in the raw

molasses high
as my blood sugar climbs
devour her syrup
as it continually drips

******* sweetness
I give it to you
you coaxed it from me
I'm no longer blue.

Honeyed sweet lust
drips a trail
I long to travel
tongue travail

Pert and round
ripe, ready to pick
my mouth waters
as I long to lick

Anticipation pains me
I want to dig in
my body readies
for original sin

Salivary sensations
toppings galore
this time its honey
no need for more

I can not find the letter mother left me four days
before her death. I read it once and then placed

it in a cardboard box like you might a dull
knife or a ******* tin. The letter is

a part me, like Van Gogh’s severed
ear was to him. I want the letter

like love or sight; the way bone
                               needs marrow.

I remember the scarlet taste
from biting my lips.
I remember the salty water,
that my eyes had dripped.
I remember the silent screams,
that had rang in my head.
But most of all, I remember
all those desperate words I never said.

Your smile is your friend

No matter how much pain you bear

A smile on your face

On the reflection of a mirror

Will strengthen you

A situation may live
for
  A  Moment
  A   Day
  An Year

But not Life Long

Fight the good fight