It is eagerly that I prepare
Turning out lights and *******
Setting aside the following days necessities
And brushing my hair

My heart dances when I see
The black sheets and tossled comforter
Against the matte sky peaking through my window
I sit and sink
Into the noisy springs
And flattened pillows

And almost immediately I descend into
Another bed of another life
In my desperate mind

And it is then that I forget
I'm between the sweet haze of otherworldly dreams
And among the vibrant feelings and happy ventures
The dull muted droll of my own life

And in the blue mornings
As I wake to chronic angers and patient responsibility
Inevitably the cloak of heavy unsatisfaction and disappointment
Settle onto my shoulders

And as before I carry on with my day
Counting the seconds
And blissfully dreaming
Of the bed that waits for me at home

there's temptation all around
but i've grown too wise to succumb to it

   boyish grins
     come hither looks
      & empty compliments
don't do a thing for me...now

there was a time when all it took
was a glance & a crafty smile
   tossled hair &
           swell fitting levis
toss in a wink & a drink
and i'd swoon

   but now
now, i'm too smart for that nonsense...

...funny thing is
i'm not 100% sure that's a good thing.

Tossled leaves upon a matchbox,
an acorn marks the X on the map.
You were here,
now I've arrived.
Imediatley treasuring the gold inside
And now it scrapes and scratches and sores,
at this once touched neck,
You touched before,
Like a dainty noose,
Of chestnut coloured curls.

Hair tossled by the salty breeze,
Waves crash against the sand,
A light sea mist gently caresses.

My soul lets out a heavy yet contented sigh.
My heart beats rhythmically with the ocean.

Runaway thoughts,
Chase the unreachable.
Experience through a day dream,
Feelings surge, like the ocean waves.

Connected,
The ebb and flow..
Deep set in my bones,
As if the sea is within me.

My soul let's out a heavy yet contented sigh.
My heart beats rhythmically with the ocean.

Time races on,
But I remain stationary,
Living, loving and being.
The ocean and me.. One and the same.

It is eagerly that I prepare
Turning out lights and *******
Setting aside the following days necessities
And brushing my hair

My heart dances when I see
The black sheets and tossled comforter
Against the matte sky peaking through my window
I sit and sink
Into the noisy springs
And flattened pillows

And almost immediately I descend into
Another bed of another life
In my desperate mind

And it is then that I forget
I'm between the sweet haze of otherworldly dreams
And among the vibrant feelings and happy ventures
The dull muted droll of my own life

And in the blue mornings
As I wake to chronic angers and patient responsibility
Inevitably the cloak of heavy unsatisfaction and disappointment
Settle onto my shoulders

And as before I carry on with my day
Counting the seconds
And blissfully dreaming
Of the bed that waits for me at home

White gleam. Sometimes we cross another biscuit-box
of people tossled opposite towards us. It is much cleaner
than the T in Boston. There is nothing like this in Botswana.

finally! something nice!

a kid with a drum
a drunk leaving vender, paper bag in fist
with the sun setting on
a copper looking away
from the street girl in love with
her romance of the future
as he ducks down an alley, the wine is tipped back
washing the vocals of the midnight choirs only singer, who's listening to a rythem
growing fainter, as if tossled by a child, hurrying home,
his idle drum banging against his leg as he runs.

he trudged through the sand
kicking at nothing
lazily picking up stones
tossing them into the sea
his legs were stout
his fingers small
whispy blonde hair tossled in the wind
a dog trotted slightly behind him
black and white, i think
he noticed everything
treasures were abundant
a rock became a kings jewel
sticks became dynamite that would be used for an escape
the dog was his Tonto
his beach towel a cape that helped him fly
the beach was where he washed up
after escaping from a pirates ship
grinning happily he spun
round and round
until falling to the ground
overcome by a fit of giggles
the dog barked enthusiastically
also spinning
"DINNER!"
POP
he blinked his eyes one time
two
slightly dazed he glanced around
a frown creased his small forehead
then he slowly, oh so slowly got up
he glanced at his kingdom one more time
noticing the pirate ship in the distance
a slow smile crossed his face
as he turned and started running up the hill
towards home.

the train in the distance moans like a lion
searching for its baby cub

and every night I hear this moan
as I lay, sinking slowly into the couch,
wishing for something to take me away

I wonder what happened
why all is lost
why the feelings in my gut are bewildered and tossled

something is different
something's not right

and just like the train
I do this every night

. . make no sound; reminded of the friends loved and left. all the shame to how the fates will rain on you. oh how the days will rain on you. when too much room with the blink of an eye, something surreal, and the paranoia runs deep till anxious at base of soul. lilting. i want to be in freedom now; i will not wait forever; i want to sing till Babylon falls. (somehow i can't get through) why would i lie for. what would i lie for? who could i lie for? all my friends are my enemies and all those secrets that can never die. a little obsessed with death? (but memory) HOWL, *******. (birds of prey that mock the night) oh you ghost i'm craving most; spontaneous breath.

dreamlike sea-swollen
hair; tossled-storms.
you'll ruin this marker.
you'll ruin this life.

His Spanish accent seems to flow off his lips like rose water and honey
The sugary sound of his lies and the salt from his troubled past tastes like something you’d get at a carnival
Sticky and sweet
His eyes the color of burnt leaves  
And the bronze of his tossled hair
Makes me want to lunge at him with all my force
Makes me want to demand for his love
Makes me want him to forget about his darkness and love me with all of his inner being
To be consumed by him
To be his everything
But
That can’t happen
Because the only thing he’ll ever love are his addictions