Swerving is my life.
To myself I keep it.
Jesus is my bended ear.
My bleeding he cauterizes.
I stay away from main arteries.
Both hands on the wheel.
I'm blind at night in the rain.
Yet I drive.
One night I will hit every artery.
And Jesus will look away.
To myself I will always keep it,
of course but...
Time to step away from artificial healing.
Jesus will continue to bandage me.
To Him I must look like a patchwork quilt.
You can't save the world when you yourself need saving.
The swerving needs to stop so all of my scars can heal.
Reopening old wounds seemed to be my thing.
I keep that to myself.
Jesus will one day tire of dressing and redressing my same old wounds.
And I will be one mess of a patchwork quilt.




written by me... ..

She loved
tasting me
with her
eyes.
Because
her body,
was never
meant to
be mine.
Even though,
our attraction
was
pure
animalistic
debauchery.



written by me... ..

"Macabre
is
nothing more
than
maturation"


written by me... ..

Don't
be afraid
of death.

It's
coming
for you too!


written by me... ..

Why,
they listen
to a group
called
Secret Garden
of course.


written by me... ..

Forty years
ago
she handed me
a folded note
with her
signature perfume
drenched in it
and a
SWAK... ..
a
Sealed with
a kiss
set of
gorgeous lips
on the
outside of my
folded note.
Her phone #
written in
cherry red
lipstick... ..
and
'call me sometime'
written
beneath it.

I did,
I did call her.

Not only have I
never forgotten
that note
but... ..
I have never
forgotten
her scent
that only she would leave
down
our
High school
hallways.

I keep that
folded note
in a
special place
just for me.

And when
I take it
out of its
protective
sleeve?
I would swear
that... ..
I am back
in the
80's again.

And Raffinee
perfume
was hot
and all the craze
once again.



written by me... ..

Thee...

morning-
night-
rain-
river-
coffee-
burnt toast-
barbeque-
her lips-
her smile-
her hair-
her perfume-
autumn's wind-
Halloween-
carnival-
cut grass-

life... ..

I inhaled thee.

I inhaled
what most
take for
granted.

Might I
suggest to,
stop
doing that?



written by me... ..