Ruthenium Silver glinting chips
slips into the dreamscape lapping
body

they slowly breakaway from the
silky waves timidly. Like a melting robe over
smooth humps on a woman's chest.

Romantically an island of bounty
paradise
with strokes of a waxy endless
sky
Chalky powder white sands, table with
two hourglass figures, and sugar lips
that stick, ready to be tasted, as the necks
Of wild green palms watch on.

Down from the mountains
up in Alaska.
Seven feet tall and
built like a tank.

His name was Old smokey
and he had a red mustache.
He sported a axe that was
seven feet long.

The blade it was said,
would cleave a mans skull in two!
Walked into Coos bay
to have him a beer.

The loggers up north
had made him an offer.
To cut off the head
of dangerous Dan.

The price it was said to be
10,000 dollars.
Old Smokey went lookin'
at the first light of dawn.

FIRESIDE CONFESSION

You know, my friend, there is a tale I must tell
After you have heard it all, you will take a view
It’ll affect the way you think of me, that is true
All of us have paths to choose, some go to Hell

We were talking business, many years ago in fact
With constant disagreements about this and that
You may even recall it, and consider it as a spat
Yet to my deepest shame, it was honesty I lacked

True Story

November just passed through the door
and I can hardly get to sleep
Because I fear the night before.
I toss and turn, the hours creep.

Each shadow on the bedroom window
assumes a shape I do not want to see.
And every where my old eyes go
they perceive that which I don't want to be.

Finally my eyes stay shut
as sleep arrives with its own fears.
Dreams of a demonic slut
who screeches like long rusted gears.

Summertime, on break we were fresh,
chores in the morning, after lunch
we contemplated what to do
after we had consumed our brunch.

My friend and roommate, Rosemary
and I decided to go out
maybe we'd go to the movies
her turn to choose, without a doubt.

I'd not seen a film in ages,
it surely had been a long time.
She would not tell me the title
keeping a secret was no crime.

I woke up naked because here is
isolated so I can let my junk hang
it was magical here, and know one
can do a damn thing.

My eyelids slowly
became less pinched , as they adjusted
to the nature escape, all the natural
shapes, greenery, knots of land and
musical sounds and snaking mirrors

I couldn't tear my dark spools away
but they finally did. They were fixated on a
majestic sea bird with an eight foot
outspread wings span with tip curves,
that cut 

He never knew the joker's task,
Yet hid behind the jolly mask.
Joker is the well-known name,
While killing is his favored game.

He grew behind the amusing deck,
To entertain? Oh, what the heck.
He never spat a single joke,
Not a one that I could evoke.

He blamed the world for the awful deeds.
Yet justified his, oh yes indeed!
"What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger,"
A quote he used to put things in order.

Though "Joker" is his famed name,
Killing remains his cruelest game.

What had just happened and where have I been?
I went to a party with no mal-intent.
The music was groovy, I sat drinking beer.
with girls all around me, they started to cheer!

One of them slipped something into my drink.
The room started spinning, I fell from my seat.
It happened so quickly, didn’t have time to think.
And when I woke up my clothes disappeared!

He was wild and adventurous.
A Lothario of great note
discharged from the U.S. Navy,
finding land legs, just off the boat.

Feeling freedom for the first time
from shores of Viet Nam, now home.
Fancy for the neighbors daughter,
this bad cat was out on the roam!

Dating Jan for a month of days
without explanation, he stopped
found another who turned his head
so, by the wayside she was dropped.