mission meal
cupped in its styrofoam
is bright as seagulls
fast between the
towers glass

myopic hunger
like a yearning
like a cigarette
addictions yoke

Its all concrete baby
except where feilds
roam in empty lots
and chain link ghosts
full of candy wrappers
shopping store hosts
fluttering in their
cosmic flurry
while the thick
and real traffic scurries

Ebony Dreams

I am giddy in your presence
the scent of you fills me
with exhilaration
we become one with the night
our souls launch into the cosmos
soaring wild and free
spirits you and I
this tryst becomes a trial
of endurance with the arrival
Of the dreaded dawn
when I awaken to find
you are no more
and our love has gone
banished to the far off
lands of cherished dreams
never forgotten but
always a finger tips' distance
away from my yearning grasp

The days of the praying mantis are over,
and the night of the spring peeper is silent
but for toadstools growing in the soggy-bottomed earth...

They call him the naked biker
he streaks from town to town,
teasing all the ladies with his manly frame.

When you hear the engine of a vintage motorbike roar
you can be sure that he is on his way.
So lock up your daughters, cover your eyes today

You have to hope he won't dismount,
and give you the full show.
With his friend John Thomas he might terrorise the town.

They call him the naked biker
He flaunts his butt cheeks far and wide
He's such an exhibitionist you have to run and hide.

Once I glanced
freely all about
what I saw determined what I was.

If the streets were full of pretty girls,
if the sky and clouds remarked,
if my feet propelled themselves,
I knew I was alright.

If everyone was ugly,
and oily skies roiled
and everywhere was uphill
then clearly not.

My city, our city, is not mine
or yours, nor ours or their's
it is as is
but not as need be
each step,
each glance
becomes a need
for action.

As Lou hurried down the alley, she stumbled once or twice
She had had one two many, against our sage advice
The whisper of the footfalls, the furtive sneaky kind
Gave her chills and shivers, as they came up from behind

She whirled around real quick, tried to see what it was
Lou had a glimpse of werewolf, teeth and fur and claws
She should have screamed right then and there; now she's out of breath
No one will hear her now, as she meets her death

I'm in pain
acting crazy
going to school
Acting a fool
when grades don't improved

Coming apart
at the seams
losing grip, so
Continue holding on
to faith at hand, because

To fail
is to hail
Impaled
Hopes and dreams
I hold dear, and

Tightened screws
Sealed Idiocies
Gagged words
Hold back
Unwise behaviors causing strife

The porridge tasted pure and light.
It was just right.
The broken chair an abject sight -
a sorry plight.
The small intruder's golden hair
now rested on a pillow there.
She dreamed a dream of sweet delight.
It was just right.

I'll tell the truth, the story quite --
not one washed white.
It may have not been fair a fight --
advantage height.
For trespass paid in manner foul,
to pieces ripped from throat to bowel,
her liver cooked for tea that night -
it was just right.

coiled is the sight
alive with a growl
the water dances
where the draw
is shallow
and the curvature
of depth is might

Might promise
texture treatments
doorway meaning
tilt hip leaning

Leave colours
like mists
upon the naked
exposed skin
like ruby kisses
on collars
while the shower
hisses

Lost memory

Who are you they ask,
silently,
with a choked voice,
I reply
‘tis I,
yeah, me...
you once knew
Loved.

They stare into my eyes and ask
all over again
who?
Loved?