An invisible force that pulls
objects toward each other.
We were magnets and apples
falling from trees. Two planets
trapped in love's gravity kissing
in a photo booth universe.

Tie me down use whips
endless cruelest licks.
Nail me on wood cross
Life or death dice toss.

Do you know these people
  dirt poor with joyful eyes?
  No tears or pity asked they
  work hell's cloudless fields
  every meal fatback and beans  
  sharecropper hands of stone.
  Sunday overalls starched go
  to Church praise Jesus, atone.
  Saturday nights there's music
  and moonshine and slow dance
  they give up the ghost midnight
  still clutching in fierce romance.

In 2 days I turn 73. Tonight I watched West Side Story 2.0.
Kathy was Maria to my Tony back when I was 18 and she 17.
We were in Love with love and nothing could deny it. We made our
baby girl in defiance and cracked our world in pieces. I cried at the
drive in movie on our wedding night and entered strange reality and
acid 1969 summer of love and walked a tightrope over ******
friends straight and bent ones in psychedelic colors and free love.
When I told them we had gotten pregnant they said go to your room.

there's a lonely beach
I'm sitting in the hot sun
I wish you were here
to lend me your shadow
and oil my back and kiss
me one last time again.

They starve the masses
use the deadly gasses.
Eradicate the smart Jews.
Control main stream news.
Steal our hearth and homes
15 minute approved city zones.
Destroy the cow and chicken
eat the bugs and the vermin
fake eggs and philanthropists
pretending to be scientists
eugenics is their religion
their solution is attrition.

The devil checks hell's manifest
every day looking for my name.
The mortal sins never confessed,
unrepentant sins of my shame.

God keeps me unto Himself.
He knows my romantic heart,
My ideals are always top shelf.
Put the horse before the cart.

She lived in a big house with her sister.
  They'd been there all their lives in Glendale,
  Ohio.  She was a dear woman who thought of us
  as her own children.  They were spinster Aunts.

  She spoiled me. She had a wicked sense of humor.
  She seemed to understand men's weakness for lust.
  She always welcomed me, even with my ***** wife.
  My kids went to an orphanage. I went to a nuthouse.

  My shadow demands the thrill of fangs and claws.
  My beast going wild after a lifetime on the leash.
  I betray all my dear loves for carnal pleasures.
  I starve for youth's smell and taste and innocence.

I'm a Bukowski
not a debutante
I know what I need
you know what I want

Memories like anorexic hangars
inside the closet out of sight.
The sun inside the Frigidaire
keeps my secrets in the dark.

I knew things changed when
the moon was gently rocking
in the breeze in a creek
since falling from the sky?

Now you know my frailties.
I'm insecure and eaten up
with doubts. I can't even
imagine happily ever after.

The road to Utopia will always
end in fields of mass graves.
Someone needs to witness the carnage
alert the rest to their ferule rage
now we arrive to an enlightened age
just one more time on a perfect stage.

An empty hospital bed in the living room
  morphine pills in the fridge and bed pan
  full but forgotten in the night's grief.
  They took her body away and I still cry
  every night even though it's been years.
  I'll drown at 3am in a pool of my tears.

Answers are hiding in questions;
truths barely hidden in lies.
Fancy women fill my heavens.
Cupid wore me down. Love dies.

I sleep on concrete and blacktop
side of highways and parking lots
I live between sentences mostly
small spaces tiny forgotten spots
beneath overpasses in pouring rain
eat stole cans of chili and ravioli
dream of soft places feather beds
waiting for the likes of you and me.

Drunk love is magic
kinda true and tragic
born in a Dali womb
a melting clock tomb.

Give me our broke vets
under bridges in tents.
I give them all money
for a cheap pint of honey.
Thanks for your service.
July 4th makes you nervous
1812 Overture torn apart
from bottom of your heart.

I finally felt at home in a womb
  safe against a hostile world. I had
  a radio and listened to Boston's
  Classical station I read The People's
  Almanac and smoked Parliaments and
  drank 15 beers and faced ugly truths.
  I dreamed I was an evil Communist.
  I watched rich toast and poor starve
  under the same stars our same sky
  we're all born, live and we all die.

Do you know these people
  dirt poor with joyful eyes?
  No tears or pity asked they
  work hell's cloudless fields
  every meal fatback and beans  
  sharecropper hands of stone.
  Sunday overalls starched go
  to Church praise Jesus, atone.
  Saturday nights there's music
  and moonshine and slow dance
  they give up the ghost midnight
  still clutching in fierce romance.

Break our world's heart
**** our beloved JFK
Dallas November 1963
CIA was culpable in play
Grampa smokes his pipe
innocent chuckles display
Allen's duplicity again
now you **** poor RFK.

I betrayed Jesus Christ with a kiss
and his father God to the atheists
nothing seems to matter anymore
I can finally **** through any door
and drink from any water fountain
love any woman I desire in the rain
makes no difference what her stain
colorless lovers feel couple's pain.

Sardines inside a subway car
Pickles packed inside the jar
Soldiers so close in a foxhole
Welfare office for the dole
A billion windows with a story
some of love or hate or glory
huddled masses in a dormitory
overwhelm every inventory.

In a Van Gogh painting
   cheap wine and waiting
   inside our favorite cafe
   out of focus strange day
   swirling forever wars
   madness midnight stars
   satisfy my lust's desire
   quenching passion's fire.
   Morphine in the vein
   quiets my lover's  pain.

Raised glasses troops back home,
  five dames toasting a new need.
  Maybe tomorrow's no more alone.
  Wombs hoping for a lover's seed.

I'm a clown burned in fires
most days I don't know me
scarred in midnight desires
I stare in a mirror to see
who I was before the liars
bent my image what to be.

I smoked the wine
   I drank the smoke
   I was gone when I
   rang my doorbell.
   I was Tinman with
   no heart you took.
   I'm rust and dust
   just inside Bedlam.

The alcohol was kerosene
lust crazy house on fire.
Naked in our bed obscene
flames feeding our desire.
We're pyromaniacs in love
but always end in ashes
our smoke climbs above.
Memories rise in flashes.

Shifty eyed, *** covering bureaucrats,
   everybody knows 'bout the Beltway bubble,
   the plague is here and now, ****** USA
   $50 buys a loaf of bread and pint of *****
   and votes enough to steal any election
   print monoply money, kiss Soros' *** and
   take a slice of American Pie 'fore it's gone
   read this fast before it dies in a gulag.

birkenstocks and halter tops
no bras no rules free love
drink acid from the tea cup
kiss God's ***, bless His son
smoke hash eat ****** and
keep your sanity balanced in
space and time we have left
with alarm set to die young.

I made it to the finish line.
Near dead on my feet still not
sure who won this race of
Pegasus runners not caught.

The shotgun blast
woke up the baby
left her mother less
crying for the candy.
Life turns on a dime
every tick of the clock
we hope and we hope
best we can do is ad hoc

I read the news today.
The great reset is here
all hands on deck
hold your loves near.
Wine and Xanax keep
me brave each night
dreaming of a magic
stupendous flight.

My love is not a page
full of pretty poetry
more like fires of rage
atomic bomb imagery
melted hearts boiled tears
I gave you charred flowers
once in many loveless years
a Pompeii Bouquet of hours.

An invisible force that pulls
objects toward each other.
We were magnets and apples
falling from trees. Two planets
trapped in love's gravity kissing
in our photo booth universe.

You bring me to my knees
     begging or praying or both.
     I've been on a razor's edge
     since our orbits collided at
     that party down the rabbit
     hole. I was mad as a hatter
     and we fit like a glove.
     We flew too close to love.

The party was on fire the
  music was beating our hearts
  and we were courting on the
  the back stairs alone together
  and we held tight and soared
  into an impossible place and
  rode the beautiful beast as long
  as we could and were thrown into
  the grave of my stinking debris.
  It burned my fingers and I drifted
  with my beer and shrinks and
  beautiful naked imposters to
  remind me of your perfection.

The casket
  like a basket
  of broken eggs
  kept closed from
  the horror inside
  JFK lying in state.
  LBJ stole his fate
  Hoover was his mate
  RFK killed by hate.
  All bow to deep state.

We gave you all we had because you needed us
  and answered the siren's call of glorious war.
  Outnumbered and outgunned we lost our comrades
  and hills and limbs and minds. Pieces of us came
  home to never heal and burden loved ones forever.
  War's are never won we betting against ourselves.

I dreamed I was a lesbian
  stage frightened thespian
  infinity inside a clock
  broken heart inside a rock
  blindfold at a firing squad
  playing racquetball with god
  Einstein teaching ABC's
  an atheist on his knees
  drunk poet spying in  trees
  a monkey typing poetry.

Keep breathing
your life's breath
don't surrender
one more death.

Now I am alone.
Everyone is dead,
too late to atone
still time to dread.

I'm baseless
and faceless
and graceless
a scarecrow
waiting to be
brought to life

Lovers never stay lovers.
They become friends
brothers and sisters and
lose ****** desires.
Fires don't burn forever and
candles blown out on cakes.

That day was so long ago
memory is vague shadows
quiet whispers in the snow
prayers for the widows
tears for Canaries caged
as the coal mine raged.

Inertia takes a silent toll
tell your sacred secrets
full moon the ugly troll
Eden park's fall regrets.

I've been drinking
  since you died and
  left me talking to
  myself for comfort
  I just can't find here
  anymore with your
  shadows everywhere
  your touch is gone.

They gave me a prison suit to wear outside.
   They gave me cab fare. I was free at last.
   The only bars keeping me prisoner were my
   appetites of my own creation. I fear freedom.
   Choices are heavy with unseen consequences.
   I love chemicals that stir my blood into a boil
   that take me part way to heaven. Just enough
   to see God on stage raging at the crowd. "What
   is wrong with mankind? Why do you keep ashes
   in your hearts from fires dead so long ago?"
   I wonder at that and wake in my walk up and
   remember her touch and taste from long ago.

I fall in love easily. A heart,
biology, chemistry and **** if
I'm not in love with you now.
In bed I'm intense carny rides.
Lust is a vacation for a month.
Seaside makes me want city life.
I'm riding the edge of my mind
2 kids and a fat wife I deserted
before I played house with all
you other disappointed lovers.

I splash around the ice
while I drink box wine
write this broken verse
nothing could be worse.

Bring me your lust
disguised as love
your proper verbs
**** is making love
meet the parents
sober for a change
good impression
seems so strange

In moments of drunkenness
I dared to speak the truth.
He's nothing more or less,
not an argument or proof.
He's just a black mirror
inside a house of cards
see nothing but my beer
lost in broken shards.

Church bells are mute this time.
Carols are quiet in a silent night.
Tree lights are dark and children
laugh without mirth. It's a funeral.
Christ was aborted from a womb in
a Hollywood motel on 5th and Main.
Return all the toys and ***** candles
and pour the eggnog down the drain.
Elves work in sweatshops in China.
Burn Santa in effigy slaughter his rides
12 fillets and beers on the house
and slippers of reindeer hides.