visceral

you are the sunshine, a gentle caress
the petals of a lily, surging sweet life into its breast
as we undress

the moon that grips it, slips it
deftly, ever so softly toward the expanse of space
to kiss an ellipsis upon your face

the kind that sparks fire in the mind
of a distant other, the desire to find
fingers sliding up the skirt of a lover

you murder the melancholy, the folly
that resides inside the hearts of men
it starts again
with a whisper of your voice in the din

you are the mystical whisp, a kiss so visceral
dismissing the miserable
with a flick of the wrist,
both literal and physical

High Noon

death and metal
pot and kettle
guns drawn, high noon
time to settle

another goes down
one horse town
no smile, just his
painted frown

saddle up
had enough
filled with grit
cowhide tough

the vaquero rides
steely eyes
wherever he goes
another man dies

micropoetry (nothing better)

there could be nothing more exciting
than running my fingers between your panties and your skin
I want to kiss your whole body
but I don’t know where to begin

i am, part ten

i am aurora borealis
a solid gold phallus
a crystal meth palace
on the east side of dallas
i am rancor and malice
viagra and cialis
digitalis
the looking glass and alice
i am dictators and fried taters
life savers and now & laters
investigators and alligators
figure skaters and broken escalators
i am relentless
memnoch in memphis
a spinster, a temptress
the string of a necklace
i am a journal
a linux kernel
maternal and paternal
richard gere, a suffocating gerbil
i am nature and nurture
frustration and fervor
a surfer, a server
a swimmer and a swerver
i am a slave pawing
a cave drawing
a rave cawing
the sound of metal sawing
i am starting fights
and stopping hearts
setting your sights
in fits and starts
a rejected kiss
mistletoe frustration
misappropriation
of this atrocious nation
potholes and assholes
los angeles manholes
carolla and kimmel
jack stands and jackholes
starships and hardships
heart shaped boxes
parsley and parsnips
barter and bar tips
soft sells and hard flips
the diary of anne frank
the diaphragm of mel blanc
the please and the thank
the pain of a prison shank
dixie cups and dixie chicks
superman and mister mxyzptlk
getting your kicks
on route sixty-six
i am sixty-nine
a stitch in time
splitting the tracks
shifting the rhyme
i am lap belts and lap dogs
beaver pelts and leap frogs
meet the fockers and meat logs
demon hands in deep bogs
i am a point and shoot
forbidden fruit
a point that is moot
jack frost and a jackboot
the pistil and the root

micropoetry #?

you are the unstoppable force
to my immovable object
we both exist
but only as a concept

the only beast

the only beast that plagues me
is the sun
relentless
but now I have water
coffee
food
money
beer
hash
but extremely low on battery
need electricity
to be continued…

another day, another post

randomness.

it’s lovely, it’s lonely. comic and cosmic.

i could talk about rain, or the cigarettes I’m rolling

not at the moment, though

hard to roll and write

but what does one write about when it feels as though the mind is a blank slate?

a clogged drain. nasty hair, food and who knows what other particles stuck to it.

particles. subatomic particles. particle board.

so bored.

what does one write when the white pages are infinite?

when the word count is endless?

sigh.

maybe the rooftops need more screamers

fighting injustice and inequality

with fists, focus and femurs

possibly the sleeping in their silky, lily white beds need more dreamers

maybe whatever