The harder you hold on the
more it slips out your fingers.
Quicksilver.
I'm a slave to lust.
Undying romantic who
is cynical at times.

I love you and I hate you.
  You feed on my addictions
  and feed them like pet fish.
  I shoot up again prescriptions
  rehab beckons like a wish
  but I hate the restrictions.
  It ends I shiver in your arms
  while you cook in a spoon
  reminding me of your charms.
  Your needle makes me swoon.

I love you and I hate you.
  You feed on my addictions
  and feed them like pet fish.
  I always hate the definitions.
  Rehab beckons like a wish
  but I hate the restrictions.
  It ends. I shiver in your arms
  while you cook love in our spoon
  reminding me of your charms.
  Your needle makes me swoon.
  I hold you close in my arms
  and fly us to Autumn's moon.

Love is a shadow of lust
echoes of an I Love You
wake in ****** of trust
and know it's not true.

Love is slippery full of lies.
I hear promises feel your heat
seduction into my secret garden.
Feast on my sacred ****** treat.

I'm just a junkyard dog.
Old scars tell my story.
I'm left water and scraps.
Alone in the dark I sleep
and dream of a better life
and love with *******
I smell beyond fences,
Love just out of reach.

I'm just a junkyard dog.
Old scars tell my story.
I'm left water and scraps.
Alone in the dark I sleep
and dream of a better life
and love with *******
I smell beyond fences.
Love is just out of reach.

I'm just a junkyard dog.
Old scars tell my story.
I'm left water and scraps.
Alone in the dark I sleep
and dream of a better life
and love with *******
I smell beyond fences.
Love is just out of reach.

I'm just a junkyard dog.
Old scars tell my story.
I'm left water and scraps.
Alone in the dark I sleep
and dream of a better life
and love with *******
I smell beyond fences.
Love is just out of reach.

I'm just a junkyard dog.
Old scars tell my story.
I'm left water and scraps.
Alone in the dark I sleep
and dream of a better life
and love with *******
I smell beyond fences.
Love just out of reach.

My life is not a page
full of pretty poetry
more like a dark stage
dead of winter imagery
dead hearts boiled tears
I never gave you flowers
over 31 married years
life's countless hours.

Bottle thuds
cap clatters
Drink the suds
nothing matters.
Bathroom sounds
destroy fantasies
no decent bounds
marriage freeze.

I love you, but
not enough to *******.
What is that about?
Loveless marriage is
something I never heard
until you said something
about possibility and I cooled
towards red hot poker ***.
Now we both **** ourselves
like monkeys in a monkey tree.

If I brought you the sun would you smother it.
  Would you deem a moon unworthy and turn it off?
  If you had redemption could you swallow pride?
  When I die will you forgive my refusal to love?

I misled you from the start.
I adored your kind heart
and your weaker knees
spread apart to please.
We made our Love baby
no if and or maybe.
25 years we downsize
sleep alone realize
these rooms don't fit
sleep in beds of regret.

My life is not a page
full of pretty poetry
more like fire of rage
atomic bomb imagery
melted hearts boiled tears
I brought flowers never
over 31 loveless years
death broke our fever
buried our precious fears

If I ****** you into
a loveless marriage
with a child or two
frozen baby carriage.

The body aches still
yearns for your touch
day to day until
I fear cage's clutch.

Love letters
lost in translation
are always buried treasure
hidden in plain sight.
Sleep in Absinthe
and dream reality.
Wake in his catbox.
Claws on your neck
accused of infidelity
embrace our pretend.

1+1 = Love?
Marriage Dove
Wedding storm
Love never torn.

Love's corpse will never agree to burial.
It holds you hostage with guilt
razor sharp against your throat.
Love letters nailed to bedroom doors
wake the broken hearts within like
a church with stations of the cross.

Love's corpse will never agree to burial.
It holds you hostage with guilt
razor sharp against your throat.
Love letters nailed to bedroom doors
wake the broken hearts within like
a church with naked clergy altars.

We're a little past our prime
  but still a handsome couple.
  I'd love to spend a little time
  in a coffee house and bed.
  We wring last of lust from us
  and leave us none the worse.

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.

I love Love. The idea. The rush. The chase.
I love the act. I love the lust. I love the end.
Love always has a timer.
Love always has a headstone.
Every love poem
has been written.

You don't have to shed your dress
  like snake skin, swallow his mess
  for 100 dollars by the "easy" hour
  the final payoff always tastes sour.
  Wait tables. Service check out lines
  at big box stores just little crimes.
  Keep your fragile dignity intact or
  chase reality as a lover by the hour.

insane love is the best love
you fight yourselves to death
then **** yourselves to life
your kiss is your first breath.

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

I promised lovers what they wanted.
  They gave me what I needed to survive.
  Kathy, Betsy, her and her and her again
  that left her imprint. I'm old and forget.
  They all show up in my morphine dreams.
  I'll die among them all with an *******.

We were where we shouldn't have been
   getting things we shouldn't have got.
   Delicious! The taste of forbidden fruit
   ripe, sweet, dripping and ready to rot.

Our desires for Eden's apple,
promises of every knowledge
brought me to this ugly place
froze on this building's ledge.

Never satisfied by just living
tormented by my carnal needs
I could never fix her wound.
It never heals, always bleeds.

Lovers from memories long ago
   show up in my dreams and my young
   me is naked with them naked and we
   live lavish lives in dream time
   which lasts for years then I wake
   in our bed in the blink of an eye.
   I'm wet from her body and blush as
   I touch your leg thinking of her.

Lovers from memories long ago
   show up in my dreams and my young
   me is naked with them naked and we
   live lavish lives in dream time
   which lasts for years then I wake
   in our bed in the blink of an eye.
   I'm wet from her body and blush as
   I touch your leg thinking of her.

Does it matter
blood splatter
fingers of blame
in ashes of flame.
Lover's arrows
land in crows
frightened flights
drunk midnight's
wake up in rain
watercolor stain.

Loves hang off fish hooks.
They spin like tops and beg
to be noticed. We're all broke
and pretend to be fixed
ready to be loved again.
Fill my heart with yearning.

Sleight of hand innocent lies
never real flesh and blood
just a corpse full of flies
bloated and floating in a flood.

Drunk. Insane feel of pleasure
am I with her now or all alone?
My mirror is a shattered treasure
priceless piece of polished chrome.

57 Chevy we made our first child
broke society in summer of love
married in West Side Story wild
we woke and found a broken dove.

I dragged you naked
from the tiny womb
nothings just sacred
make our bedroom
after years of winter
on our Honeymoon.

You're a looker
and a ******
love's blind eye
just do or die
pay the rent
message is sent
fill any hole
my ***** mole.

10 stories high on an edge the
wind at my back is wild tonight
urging me over. I hate my script.
Forever lovers a month at most.

She tore the heart from my body
  stole the light from my soul
  thought she was god's gift with a
  Garden of Eden rabbit hole.
  It's been years seems eternity.
  No one can explain love's lapse
  or its inevitability over time
  the planets align for eclipse.

Broken puppet string
marriage is nothing
divorce a tossed ring
****** is something
summoned from lust's
furnace of her hell
betraying all trusts
thirsty for her well.

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.

I just had myself to blame
   no control of love's flame.
   I saw her and felt the heat
   on the backstairs we meet.
   God awful lightening flash
   burns our world to cold ash.

Love or disease or neglect or
   just plain addicted as we are
   to fairy tales, happy endings;
   forever after or 'til death.
   Life is enduring boredom with
   brief moments of joy. Too few
   *******; too many dead angels.
   Lust a painful reminder of the
   choices we could have made
   just out of reach at parties.

I remember lovers from years ago.
I don't remember darkness or glow.
Angels and ****** felt the same.
For the life of me I forget their name.

I banged my fingers on the piano
and captured a song that tells our
story of captivated love in a bar and
melody that carries it on the wind.

A pound of hungry flesh
in the fierce jaws of lust
seared in the lovers' blood
drinking the other's trust.

It's getting worse
memory fading
away each day
grow old curse.
I know I know
but I just forget.
Were we in love
with love's regret?

As honest as it gets. That scale
gives you your money's worth.
Weigh my love for you. Is it
even? Does your love balance?
Do my tears weigh the same?
Does my misery weigh the same?
Will my suicide move the scale?
Will your tears even it all out?
Love's a slaughterhouse. We
die in chutes always in fear.

you stung me in the heart
from the very start
I was never a part
of anything that mattered
you said something wrong
it was a piece of a song
on a rooftop I felt strong
I jumped, landed, splattered.

Why is love so angry,
  full of desire, desperate?
  Passion has its spectrum
  you and I reach its peak.
  Love had its season and
  wanes as we finally wake.