Forever the journey takes
from our  birth to a death
full of love and mistakes
like a movie at last breath.

Loved and hated the same
always tears at the wake
there's never any blame
for all the living's sake.

It's hard to find old ghosts in Eden Park
they blend into the lovely midnight dark
young me cheated on my wife in twilight
she fed the kids dinner as we took flight.
I'm 75 years old visiting long lost youth
always searching in the fog of the truth.

I know you're there some nights
  seen you come and go smiling as
  you pass by perfume teasing me
  haunting my heart with never.
  So many bar lovers came before
  tasting feminine wiles forever.

Asleep. I'm 93
I had to ***.
I wet my bed,
sunrise dead.

water drips. metal clangs.
The world swirls in floaters
in the edges of my eyes almost
visible like God but not quite.
I blink and write my soul down
word for word and try to be real.
All I ever am is almost a disease.
I love for moments but never more.

I wrap my arms around my tears
raining upon my misery. I'm in no
position to make demands. I beg for
you to unfold me upon myself until
they see the real me as you did. You
knew me with Virginity before you
took it from me and left me to bleed
from the wound that never goes away.
It never shows mercy. It cheapens me.
It leaves the smell of blood perfume.

I'm lost in the brevity of life,
the lack of depth in a mirror
that seems to go on forever.
I don't understand how I can
be so consumed when we ****
but come back to life after.

I look for me from childhood
for a starting point on my map.
All I see are vast empty echoes
where laughter should be heard
but silence reigns supreme. You're
my touchstone and I'm still lost.

I'm lost in the brevity of life,
the lack of depth in a mirror
that seems to go on forever.
I don't understand how I can
be so consumed making love
but come back to life after.

I was running and saw a deer
helpless and impaled dying on
the fancy fence made of spears.
I tried to save him but failed
and felt more lost and helpless
than ever and maybe impaled.

I look for me from childhood
for a starting point on my map.
All I see are vast empty echoes
where laughter should be heard
but silence gives naught. You're
my true north but I'm still lost.

I tried tears of regret.
I tried flowers and
candy. I was contrite.
I was drunk, jealous,
convinced you had a
lover in the wings
waiting to take you
away from my lost.

What a mishmash of the mismatched.
Potpourri of abandoned people in
search of connection. Singles' groups,
Parents without partners, church socials
and bars where all ye' abandon all hope.
Wait for last call and the dark corner
where the final pitch is made and you
follow a stranger as a stranger to his
bed and desperately ride a mirage to
an elusive satisfaction. Sickly morning
escape, vague promises of phone calls.
Happy ending always just out of reach.

What a mishmash of the mismatched.
Potpourri of abandoned people in
search of connection. Singles' groups,
Parents without partners, church socials
and bars where all ye' abandon all hope.
Wait for last call and the dark corner
where the final pitch is made and you
follow a stranger as a stranger to his
bed and desperately ride a mirage to
an elusive satisfaction. Sickly morning
escape, vague promises of phone calls.
Happy ending always just out of reach.

The north star was burned
by BLM activists said it was
too white in the dark night
blinded the hatred of sight.
The world has lost its way
can't tell night from day.

I don't want anybody's pity
or donations to my losses.
I've been young and pretty.
I've been nailed to crosses.

We can't get back to the beginning
when we adored each other. Remember?
We were perfect and now broke down.
I can't wait for a renaissance when
we burn our bed back to the ground
like we did then. The air is thin.

No use to cry
or give up die
hide in sight
take last flight
to Alaska rage
big Anchorage
Captain Cook
Hotel just book
for End Times
of Human kinds.
BYOB and food
don't leave room.

We were the young, beautiful trend setters.
We owned this world setting it on fire with
youth's arrogance. We peddled old fashions as
our genius. We were going to live forever.

We are old now, befuddled, hate your music and
wish you'd turn it down. Our herd is dying off.
We are lost. We are paisley in a flannel world.
We live the same day over again until we don't.

I try so hard to be indifferent
but I'm angry and happy and
sober and drunk and love and
hate you like puppies and *****.
I'm a lost jewel you miss but still
feel it on your locket on a breast.

Does anybody know
where memories go
in Fall's wind blow,
Winter's blind snow?
I lose kids and wife
and then my life.

I'm not real
just your fantasy
some lost dream
when it was easy
lost your religion
found your sanity
inside the mirror
captures vanity

We poets die each night
our poems lost in waves
of cheap wine and we
surrender to morning's
promise of resurrection.
We blink awake stunned.

did I see you in my blind spot?
were you ever really there?
were you no more than a blood clot?
we hid in shadows at a county fair.
we tried to make our baby Jesus
to walk on water and water to wine
you bled just a lost ****** ******
nothing came to life but our time.

I've lost 3 wedding rings
frantic looking for last one.
Love is chains lost things.
Wars fought hope we won.
Loveless marriage thorn
so bored with repetition
routine is just forlorn
slaves to tradition.

Not all love is lost as time can't heal all wounds.
   Lust has no use for time beyond a fortnight. It withers.
   Keep your heart under lock and key but your knees apart
   for my midnight wine stoked visit to your sacred chamber.

All my fuses tripped
  as we tore us apart
  in ****** devastation
  became a work of art.

You cannot Love
in moderation
all in or all out
no *******
no blowup dolls
or Centerfolds
just she who
really matters.

A simple 4 letter word
complex as a love affair.
Trust a double edge sword
breathing her cheating air.
I can't forget her *** taste
I ate it as my favorite clam.
I'll suffer the final waste
of love long lost once again.

Hold my hair out of my puke.
Clean me when chemo's nuke
lands inside my cancer foxhole
and liquefies my very soul
change the sheets of ****
and never lose your wit.

Love is lust light.
No buzz just bloat.
Good 'til morning.
She says Love You.
You say it back and
know true love
doesn't exist. It's
Biology after all.

What is hiding
in those lost
drunken eyes?
Miles of resentment,
a reservoir of lies.
Vows of forever with
limitless goodbyes.
You still believe
my hollow cries
as I bend truths
to win my prize.
Love always dies.

What is hiding
in those lost
drunken eyes?
Miles of resentment,
a reservoir of lies.
Vows of forever with
limitless goodbyes.
You still believe
my hollow cries
as I bend truths
to win my prize.
Love always dies.

We watched from a rooftop
across the great city
4 in the morning
lit up and pretty
a little drunk but
mostly just tired
dawn broke and
I was inspired
in central park
we made our bond
you said I love you
now and beyond
I said I love you
you answered ****
love floats in jetsam
drifts in bad luck.

We watched from a rooftop
across the great city
4 in the morning
lit up and pretty
a little drunk but
mostly just tired
dawn broke and
I was inspired
in central park
we made our bond
you said I love you
now and beyond
I said I love you
you answered ****
love floats in jetsam
drifts in bad luck.

Love can be kind or cruel
for a king or a fool.
Whispers quiet screams
in her troubled dreams,
blushes at first touch
then can't get enough.
Lust eats her very own
then forgets his name.
Swallows ***** sown
always tastes the same.

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

I came upon a deer that was caught up dying
  on a fence in pain and fear. Places I've known.
  I tried saving it but I couldn't lift the burden.
  I screamed for help but wasn't heard. It bled out.
  The throes of death were horrible. I wish I died
  instead of innocence that died in a silent shout.

You broke my heart again.
    I don't feel less a man.
    When I was young romance
    was worth taking the chance.
    I have a metal heart and you
    have a bullet proof kiss.
    Love ages ugly it's due.
Always a swing and a miss.

Love in the time of Covid
we're all just bat **** crazy.
Love is always insane
and sometimes lazy.
Meet me masked in a bar
have your vaccine card
and bring protection
I promise to be hard.
Don't forget the curfew
searchlights overhead
making sure we never die
in the morning I'm dead.

At 6 feet apart
mask no kisses
love has no heart
only near misses.

Love is never perfect.
One size won't fit all.
We all have a fantasy
Picasso bent on a wall.

Thick or thin, tall or short
Picasso's cruel dimensions
I lust for your nether region
forget my true intentions.

Love is gentle like a cool summer breeze.
It's peacock beautiful as Fall's color trees.
It can dance ballet or Tango or Vienna Waltz.
Love is fickle. There one minute it's gone the next.
Love is fierce when threatened and willing when not.
Love lives in the light of day and the dark of night.
It falters at times and is steadfast at times and love
can be cruel and kind and anywhere in between. It is
unpredictable yet we choose to trust it as true north.
We act diva shocked when it fails, all tears and sobs.
It is a fallen power line in a wicked storm that goes
where the wind blows and spares some and kills some.
Love is mistaken for lust sometimes and havoc ensues

Love is everywhere
the light is unless
you eat my pets or
**** my kin again.
Welcome to America
Land of the free
with weapons for
you and for me.
Walter Cronkite died
buried with truth.
My brother's bible
New York Times
makes communists
socialists and Nuns.

Love exists in a carnival
house of mirrors
each reflection fetching
in certain light such dears.
One night I'll decide
eat the lead of my .44
commit my sacred suicide
avoid blood on the floor.

The Queen of hearts from Wonderland
rules the moon tonight with madness
unbridled and welcomed out of hand
desperate to avoid any kind of sadness.

Explain Love's complex gears,
well maintained pocket watch.
How is it possible for years?
Tell me what's the fatal catch?

I miss the girl that I wed.
Midnight stars hover above?
I gave you passion in bed,
did I forget how to love?

We sit around together
  each on phones alone
  wait for this day to end
  knowing I love you but
  can't explain how or why.
  I believe it like my God.
  Atheists deny it exists
  true believers insist
  broken hearts resist
  it will always persist.

At 16 I thought I knew what Love was
at 74 still don't have a ******* clue
my compass points magnetic north
at midnight's sky muted black and blue.

Lust was our hearts' magic gravity brought
us into our biological and chemical orbit
around universe's endless carousel  until
our worlds collide and write our final obit.

I slit my wrist and let the red ink
spill upon the page and I scratch my
message to my past loves. Listen. Do
you hear the wind whisper through
the trees? It speaks softly of pain
and journeys back to healing. Love
over and over 'til the peg fits hole.
Perfect. Rare, but entirely possible.

I'm always of two minds
both at different times
I love you more each day
and hate you in some way.
We disappoint and please
kisses or on bent knees
try to right some wrong.
Who's weak? Who's strong?
Does it really matter?
Mix the human batter.

Love is Lust is Love and
we chase our tails forever
looking for deeper meaning.
Your perfume and my wine
answer questions of Ages.
Lust is Love is Lust naked.

When we were lovers we rode
the wild bull in a rodeo barely
in control of the savage opera
unfolding in bed and our hearts.
We never slept and fire was in
our blood. We nearly died happy.
Lust dies young. Love is left.
Ashes blow in the cold winds.
We marry and raise families
then go to our own beds alone.

Every time I fell in love
    my heart became more fragile.
    The snow fell beautifully into
    love's yawning massive grave
    where all true loves go to die.
    Tears of my soul drip upon pages
    and I scratch my stories for you.
    Read and understand my journey.