wander down with gentle rains
along the furrows dug along those
long straight rows out
back

I seep and trickle
flow among each drop
seek the lowest spot
and gather

low with my kin
follow gravity to its
beginning

to the neediest root
the dryest eye
make tears

a pied pipers eye
to cry at the  drop of a
small seed

into the next cloud
to serenade
each fallen hero

making life renew
stop
and look

becoming
moist
I am

just dew
and heaven
mists

Breathe, breathe in the air
Don't be afraid to care
Leave but don't leave me
Look around and choose your own ground

For long you live and high you fly
And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry
And all you touch and all you see
Is all your life will ever be

Run, rabbit, run
Dig that hole, forget the sun,
And when at last the work is done
Don't sit down, it's time to dig another one

For long you live and high you fly
But only if you ride the tide
And balanced on the biggest wave
You race toward an early grave.

i want to grow up and be
the bestest dammed poet /
I want to see
at least one muse 1
and make an
imaginary pond O
silvery glow
s
and swim naked
snakey
avant garde(ly)
in all my failings
exposed and in bad taste
written with blood from
fish i squished
bear handed
and squeezed
of all they scense?

Tattoo of a shoe
right 'tween
        me eyes.
cause, I
        drunk again
got the ****
        kicked outta me.
Bruised, staggering
        I somehow
made it home
        only to find me dame
banging
        me best ex- friend.

Very, verily
I see the
Coming
Kisses, though
Imaginary.

Because of
A word
Sweet,
Harmonious,
Ostentatiously stated-
Resounded!

of crying violin on cello membranes
spinning around my head
to wet filled eyelets
strumming heartless strings
rising up, bringing closer
up under a delicate chin,
a bow
drawn across a breast heaving,
to a ledge so close to dropping off,
posing delicate
now a quiet impasse
letting the edge go.
varying key to soft then growing,
again,
to an ecstasy
impossible
to describe,
orchestrally.

Unlike Faust, where he gained by wagering his soul for unlimited knowledge,
or Robert Johnson, meeting at midnight, tuning his guitar, becoming the father of blues,
I gave today for tomorrow. Agreed to live in this world
unseen, densely untalented,
in perpetual poverty,
for the sake of a clear conscience.

my conspirator, the Devil, I confused, signed the papers,
consigning me to happiness after I leave this Hell.

I need to install a more cushioned floor,
in my house.

I am a floor covering pro-
install vinyl, ceramic, wood, laminate
tile( Ceramic or VCT) most anything,
I'll lay.

But, it ****** me off when I tripped and fell in my own house,
(Really I need new floors).

Workmen's Comp denied my claim-
for my broke *****-
Now, what will I lay?

the rhyming with erotica
and crime the passe difference
The heartbeats lost,
the so called toughness,
the manliness, heee
**** all you tough guys.
The tougher ones who stayed
around providing for their offspring
are the men among us. Those who had the
strength to say I love you, and ******'
meant it. all you tough Mf's look deeply,
why did you hate?
' cause maybe
You think?
No man was around to give you,
the love u missin"?

Come  unto my barren needs
     take these worn calloused hands
into your own, your softness manicured,
     kiss, and kiss again mine chapped
with those sweetness glossy pink lips,
     slow, or slower.
Place a glance unto my sorrow filled eyes
     my worry flush, with thy cheeks ****** blush.
Watch the woodlands dance and bow,
     as wind sings in the distance
into the heavens
      cries reaching to the universe
a symphony, my love.

wisteria in the spring
her color a gorgeous violet
and she entwines  the senses
and I once knew a woman
that tamed one
had a wrist-thick
limb her kids could sit on

What you got in the fires
it smells
what demonic creations of bombastic heatheness is brewing?
I mean, Hell, what poems you got stewing?
Are you weaving nymph tails into virgins?
chanting in a pointy hat?
What is in that double double cauldron bubbling?
Up those sheepskin cloaks and plaid twills
are eye of newts? tails of bat? hair of dog?
What herbs are you hiding?
You, you pagan goddess, in the mist  of your fire
are the stars and control of the morning.
I knew it.
You are brewing
Olde English "800".

the fusion the beginning
   puzzling in contradictory riddles,
driven down by exploding mixes
    spinning around a crank cracked
I enhance discreet
   discretions
into sinus rhythm abstractions
   modulate with distracting
conflagrating syllables
   a valued treasure, a heart beat
away from
   being out of fuel.

I killed poor Bill
'twas mistaken identity,
but, now in custody
I think?
Who the hell was he?

He was born of rich
parents on 5000 acres
in upper NY
with relations in Maryland.

He was but 24,
loved to shrug
as big as a boulder,
he just bugged me.

But, see, don't critcize
or philosophise my indiscretion
"twas mistaken,
not, cause he was truly
an ***.

just an ode a eulogy to the man who
brought us "Ziggy Stardust" .
"Starman"  and so many more great songs.
David Bowie ,David Jones
rest in peace.
You spent your life creating
reinventing.
"Planet earth is Blue and there is nothing I can do"

i like the word epicenter
heard it one night all cranked out trying
to get drunk the juice like water
my nose sweating
amped like hell
wanting to disassemble the VW
bug
find what that sound was,
took apart the carburetor first,
sniffed and stood for half a second said, nah,
not the prob
looked into the glovebox
was sure the bug was in there,
a few screws later
the dashboard was on the porch
and still I had no idea what
that ******* sound was
walked in quick circles
thinking , almost,
it had to be the radiator
or a fanbelt or the tires!
Yes !
I took them all off, carefully snooted around their
hoses the perimeter of the fanbelts circumference
the radiators fins
the pressure
got to me of the tires was perfect,
had to be the ******
I sniffed down my throat went that
chemical taste like antifreeze
I took her out
the transmission
inspected her tip to toe
the servo thing the
valve body
went full bore into the
torque converter
it torqued
converted
now I was getting worried
it was the mirror was loose of course
I took her off
it was coated with a white powder
did a line straight to
AutoZone
for a mirror cleaning
fluid , they looked at me funny.

I have  loved
    swollen at times
           to the size of mountains
over the brooks and streams flowing
        warm  'tween my arms
issuing
       the life flows
pleasures and sighted
            of afterglows.
If then the sun stopped
           shining,
I would never
               notice.

I write in order to replay
a sad day, relive a happy one;
lose  or gain,
I will win.
Or, die with those I lost.
Be with them at their last breath.
Teach myself
that inside, needs are better out in fresher air,
where pen meets paper;
no matter,what.
I am ok.

The fizz rises, the fizz falls
     pain harkens, fever calls;
along the forehead, and down
shivering arms awaiting the round
  fizz rising and falling.
Froth settles on the top,
     but the cough, the cough remains;
the fizz, soft now yellow,
     not yet, is
bringing any relief.

I lapse again into a comma,
   drift periodically.
I quote"
   and exclamate me!

clueberries
                  vegestaples
a pie out of
                  silly bulls
make cream with
                  may never bees
pear trees
                 in miss Issipi
Mocking
                 birds
mocking
                 we.
I gotta go
                 pea.

with a soft flair sweet,
   sublime in dress,
that chains my heart around.
     feet that gracious are abounded
tressed, liked begs from cries
        a blissful wishful sigh,
immortal
           in mind's eye.
'tis unfair to leave me
unblessed.
        from your magnificence,
or i will seek.
           you
ever ,
           to be
again.

white in spring so red in her ****** glory
so ***** of fruit by the all the birds and squirrels
stands bare naked in the fall winds
all through the winter bereft of leaf
with but limbs spread out
against the grey gloom
yet glory awaits
the next blooms
when it warms
back up
and bees and birds
get busy
again

tongue
'tween to and fro
among teeth tied
eyes
bleached in sunlight
reality
a blaring
yellow glow
**** lemon taste
I know
of lying and
subterfuge
as
I stand naked
in the glaring
relief.

independent
    of any benevolence
unadapted to lush
     green lawns hues
watching grasshoppers bounce
     mockingbirds attack
the grey clouds approach
     bursting
with renewing
      thunder claps bringing
rain
drop
drop

closing
approaches

a feast
of rainbows
after the
storm.

the sun light
the dark
the time between being
both lost ....found
the mark the
dot the point of return
the past
the now a part
of the future
the why not
the why was not
the why can't I see
the  horizon
the last sign
of sanity
I am the all
the beginning the end
the last fountain
I am all I will
ever know for certain
the god the lost
dog
the best
worst the now
the future the  me
and all I can say
is that you are too

I am
  country
rock and roll
   blues
R&B;
   Jazz
Hip Hop
   contemporary
classic
     blue grass
nursery rhyme
     bottom twenty
just
           sing me
a song.

That girl, just a tv show, a comment on equality,
Carol Burnett, slapstick extraordinaire,
JFK and MLK died so young but touched me,
Joe Dimaggio, I wanted to be as a kid,
smashing rocks tossed in the air
the last inning of the world series imagining,
the drama all in my head,
so little of the world did I know then,
Ghandhi should be my hero,
or Lincoln, but in my top ten,
are Marge, just a lady I know,
who loved animals and people,
Pops, my old friend, who has always been there when I needed
him,
Shakespeare , of course,
who I quote ,
"When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry."
Albert Einstein
who once stated
"You can't blame gravity for falling in love."
Helen Keller, when I think of her I feel ashamed
for complaining,
and of course Jesus,
and Allah and Moses and Abraham and
Aphrodite;
Nature and Sky and Wind

human star
flesh and blood
speck glow fresh
inconspicuous
buried within the billions
color
I saw you individually
amidst all the rest
a  particularly bright white
shining there in the northern
hemisphere
One tiny light
one hope
one speck, like me
trying to be
a spectacle
I froze my eyes
on that one  piece of sky
never to
take my eyes off
forever

Awkward
    It is
To be me,
     To be human
Connected in every way
      Yet lonely as hell
Like a ****
        In a garden
Of roses
Or a field of daffodils
Only the one
I feel
Feels this way
So bogus
       Cause
Supposedly
       We're all the same

might we all have a touch
of glaucoma, selectively walled in
occluded by mental myopias
where there sight  is
half a day of suns,
night is blindness, never twenty four seven corrected
or twenty four right? Twenty tween's
fear and reality?cataracts
always coloring it as black or white
no depthness not colored right?
When tears fall, and people
run into burning buildings,
when innocent stars are blacked out
might we just,
let them go?

A prosthesis
         words can be
for a lost heart
         or an eye to see

Like a Prosthetist
         make me be
the creator
         of your replacement

muscular *****
          72 beats
per minute
          tissue specific.

Cardiology can
          replace the beat
but words repair
           the heart.

'tween the writhing
desiring and feeling staying
in this realm I see
your body next to mine
and feel
like going totally emphatically
wild
its only love
doing its thing singing from
true nature promoting her desires
turn the heats up
as a new flame erupts
your smile turns me upside down
inside out
pheromones fill this scene
scents
burn like incense on winds
of Basque romance basking in darkness
wild and wrong its so right
reflecting in the shadows
beauty within us as we look
in this mirror
see if you know me
I am Aquarian.
you are Desamor.

alpha gottem
        beta sleeps
theta is ******
       gamma watches
(his babies)
       Delta royal flush

like broken mirrors
reflect
changes
diffused with
spectrums blue
in contact where
the object sits
contact relationships
of localized color
cannot be blue
if the light
illuminating it
is
true....

hop and spark among along the mountains the borrowed sailboat
walking edges and playing sailor again like we did in
September at the Yacht club
yo my first mate
or the day we trekked
all clad in hiking boots out to the ledge of that rock and sun saw  all our edges or camped at silver lake put our naked feet in the crystalline water pure
for that week
rode the canoe all night trying to drown
that little man
in the bushes on the sand on the edge of the pond
the fish jumping in rhythm to our love making
and the frogs serenading and the moon blushing and the stars glowed
all along your curves along my hard edges
and the tent was havoc all full of sorts of
living things
winged and we didn't give one ****
just swatted each other's *****
and brushed crickets off each other's
cheeks and laughed and the hamburgers
on the fire
tasted like steak and the cold beer we floated
in the lake like champagne and
every day like a year and every night like
a celebration
and we were young
drifted away after that
but if you are like me
you never forget

they don't believe it was love
in the laundry room
when all us
washer dryer slackers sit
awaiting loads of clean clothes
discuss love lives and romances
most of us hungover
red eyed bright noses
boast of fevered conquests
with movie star quality *******
taking a big pocket filled with
quarters
in our pants pocket and
still bragging?

Thine stars do shine about the flowers grow
abound cover you in roses of my love
intricate I desire unknown. I yearn to cite my poem
my ode to you in public:
    When you my fairest flower
light green eyes desire
          just once could look upon me
my heart would flutterby!
      suns would shine perpetually,
sense would wake me,
       for you are a dream,
my dearest:

My words, if I could ever be so bold, to say alone,
yet in public, glisten here. I hope you see.
then glisten, for me.

I built a new porch today,
carefully,  my hatchet drove
the smoky nails deep, true.

****** timber yielded to my
wrinkled hands, rusty  skill.
Out of breath, out of sweat,
I controlled the universe,

And, you see, many long years,
many days it had been since
my youth, toiling in the sun
red, proud and burning.

a favorite song , that would be like choosing a favorite
child . Or a favorite cloud, or blade of grass, or puppy.
My favorite ice cream , one day is chocolate, the next
strawberry, the next plain vanilla.
My favorite painting depends on my mood.
"The Scream" spoke to me last week when my bills were due.
Van Gogh's "Irises" speaks to my lonely day.
In a protesting mood, sick of the world's atrocities I study
Picasso's "Guernica". My favorite day
was today , at times, then long past or in the future,
depending.  When a woman smiles at me,
no matter if I have loved her , or touched her she is my
favorite, and is my favorite smell and taste and kiss.
My next breath will be the only thing that stays constant.
My ability to change, is my favorite trait.

when my pen skips
a dippy dame the piles of dishes
in the sink,
I hate the beer running out
and all the flies invading my house,
I hate having to wake up and go
to work hungover with ink stains on my chin
and breath of demons, I hate, and
light green walls my landlord needs to let
me paint a mural, of Bathseba and the holy land
on my walls.

ten wings on five
black birds
sitting together
on the mulberry tree
set flight
all at once
startled
just one set of wings
the ones
on the woodpecker
his *******
stayed
pecking
as
the stealthy yellow
and white striped cat
clawed her way up the bark
closing distance
he just kept at it
some insect
peckpeckpeck
or the wood itself
and the cat her claws
driven into the bark almost
at the same intensity
rose almost to the limb
that held the peckerheaded
intenseness
of the stalked in
his one-sighted business,
as the cat,
on the limb below ,
close close as breath quickened
back arched
hunched
woody flew off.
***** willowed, scented the
limb the ****
crack of the *******
and
licked her paw.
No loss.
There is always
tomorrow.

are you like me?
prone to try to write
away your miseries,
desire calm
behind the cause
the beginning find
perhaps
write upon a
thought profound,
that makes
me, or you
open up our eyes?
When we set out,
supposedly, to
sound out
loud shout a
feeling read it
finished
say My god!
Realize on
second read
we spoke
of me
or you?
Edited so much
but came
out true.

not only scared I am candid with candy coated pleasure

my drug is being excited waiting to meet you where

all are ***** in perfect conjunction loaded full with passions

in parallel lines we together stumble outside into a dark forest

find a wet spot of cozy pine straw and give us all we got

with nary a worry or hesitance  
every day

together

silent as
the   middle of the ocean
quiet as the spider in a corner
comforting no one and seeking
none
just being

started with a few beers I drank next door
at Micky's place , her telling me about her sick kid
and how her dialysis went today. She updated me
on the minutes from the last meeting of
the Clayhatchee Man Haters Club.

They actually have T-shirts and little pins,
and I asked if possibly I could be named
the Most Hated Man-of -the-Month.
No, she said, we all love you, she answered.
Well, **** what do I have to do to be honored, then
I said.

Felt small, for, I do love being honored.
Then, I hugged her, as she always insists I do
before leaving, and went  home straight to my fridge. Wrestled with the twelve pack
I just bought earlier, and six beers fell to the floor.

I put them in a bag and visited my best friend Shannon
and his adorable wife, Nancy, right across the street. I enjoy them, a card Shannon is, he works construction, as I do. And I guess I semi-intentionally did not tell him the beer I offered him had fallen, with a thud to the floor. I gave his wife one too but tapped the top before.
I got (us workers only understand practical jokes)
a big laugh as he opened his and it foamed up through all over.

So out of beer, I and my shadow, walked barefoot acroos the
street to Alice's Convenience store to add a backup stash to my three
beers left. On the way back across Hwy 92 asphalt I heard clickety clack as my shadow was right there, a Black lab, who was left for her alone by some ******* and she turned up on my doorstep hungry.

Amazing how little it takes to make true love. A little food, a pet on
a head, a dry place to lay a head occasionally, amazing how a shadows
long nails clickety-clack on the asphalt. My shadow loves me , is there as soon as I get home her tail wagging.
She ran in my apartment as I put two Olde English in the fridge to cool
in case I needed them later, jumped right onto the couch and rested her head on my pillow.

I opened up my browser, did a little checking on my sites and notices.
Then Big head, I call him that, he is about a year old with the head of a soccer ball came through the open door. Looked over the food dishes took a nibble or two, then jumped up next to my shadow and pushed his head against the black lab, purring.

Big head just started hanging here a week ago. Where he came from , I don't know. But he is welcome, the looks of my two stray female, not spayed yet cats, Panda and Babay, attest to that.

Eventually I will drink a couple more beers , write something, almost like this, and try to find a spot to lie down, if all my shadows let me.

my happiness, tonight
is never ended.

I religion in the forest
I worship what I see
the majesty of mountains
the purity of the sea

I am the deity
along with four legged creatures
and night owls
the serpentine slither

I claim no following
for all is known is
my memory

my sight my empathy my love my being
and I sit on a log
and worship this orb

like a true believer
that I am the creation
the superstar the reason
the prejudice

the forbearing

all I see all I hear is inside
so inside must be god
the visions
are but tricks

and I sit on that log and watch
the river flow and the storms grow
and sunrises

and get it
I am the screen
to a movie

and what I make of it
is all

You know,
such a keyword
like (like)
a photobomb I plus-one
but forgot to re-tweet
cause I got Merked
but,
YOLO
It be Swaggy
that I Reach
Cray-Cray.
Wordy be *****!

pain absolves me
such a sad indicator
of a wasted life
like versed is the past tense
had versed does not sound quite right
have versed even worse
will have versed
I verse away
content to strike contrary
along a course others might
not even contemplate
trying to ride a rim into
another thought or word
you verse
he/she is versing
it's all so good
I have to stop
putting nooses on it
just accept
now, that is another concept....