novice painters
bend and twitch
a castle,
a kiss,
a face turned two

the master's glare
turns the screws
'neath Picasso's umbrella
....bliss twists to blue

disjointed dreams
drip and fade
as bereted visions
meet
the light of day

and only the elerly laugh

Eleventh hour has passed again:
Wrinkle capped Men wreathed,
Widowed, psychopath onlookers grieve
Under a common grey sky, have

Fallen beneath the wheels of the cart again,
The grinding machinations grate
At furies far flung
And little understood by those too civilized

For wars that come undone:
Dare we criticize now, in the time
Of glowering, decorated men
That guard the blood tradition?

Just one more night,
you have just come and so late
we haven't had enough fun as yet,
why do you want to go away,
do stay

another sweet session will end up
better than as best
do stay...
Ah do stay
Okay
just another night will relieve our very being
just a night more my love,
can you not stay

what am I asking of you
just a night of your life’s day
only for today
yes my loved one,
do please ,do stay...

THAT door with its faulted LOCK slams and
clicks...the magic touch
the deadbolt unsliding
an open thought
in the drafty light
like the cigarette haze
the perfume drape
on tired furniture
the tricks of xmas lites

voices linger like a
travellers lullabye
an echo of moment

jacket full of promize
and an empty blaze
that races in our haunted
passion

Two little blackbirds
part ways forever
and nobody bothers why,

the sun sheds a tear
just before she sets
and philosophers do not
even care,

those keyboard sages
from the east and west,
where snow falls
and summer is a thing,
they won't ask why.

It's only I who seems
to care,
to worry why
the earthworm dies
without a marked grave.

Prostrate. in fevered dream light, I swallow your kisses,
drawing sustenance from empty myth, as your waters break
over my parched dying soul to breech my needs in cold
nature once again.

Where are our fifty daughters as I howl at your passing?
Would that they nurse their father's madness with a single
waking touch, as my dreamless finality nears? There are no
armored sons close as I convulse to memories of my youthful
loves and lie, pale, and abandoned to my chosen course.

Many times when you break up...and hold another’s hands …
you always recall the warmth of the first one...
who had held your hand …

but then comes a barrier in between …
his ego and mine..

His anyone can define…
but none can mine

I all along my decades of sharing knowledge…
have requested all
take a step...one at a time… lest you fall …

and most love to fall along with the ladder…
that's about all… and then make stories tall ------

We really should go to Hell…

I hear the soulful sound of the whale
that great beast that commands our sea’s.
The squawk of Gull or squeal of Hawk,
all are carried over on an angry breeze.

A giant Bear stands tall but hungered,
roars from an iceberg so very small.
We hear, wondering why he’s angered,
not giving thought to our actions at all.

Listen and you’ll hear the Seal cub,
calling to her mother wanting milk.
Man calls for more land to be raped,
that his sleeping attire be made of silk.

Fifteen bandsmen stand in line,
their linen white as flour,
their uniforms are stiff as death
and ready at the hour.

The weather casts a sullen mood
the air is very still,
the clouds withhold their tears for
they know its not a drill.

A rusty trumpet crudely blares,
to spit its splitting cry,
and suddenly disturbs the air:
three crows take to the sky,

Three crows! I knew that was the sign,
I saw it in my dreams,
I heard the flutter of their wings
I heard their mocking screams

All the time …
I am on fire...

my body flames …

none is ever with me to play …
my daily loving game …

so I invite all who do play…
and have a happy day….

just to read my poetry as always
and imagine how within you …

it causes an explosion
commotion and hopefully
an imagined orgasm-----

if you fail
let me know …
to hell
I will let my exotic poetry flow….

Have a try today….
such an opportunity….
comes in, if at all…
once in a way...
have a sexy day...