wash me
you say
holding the cloth
the tub edge
shiny with moisture

tommorrow is a distance
unmeasured

grey in the mists
while tonights sunsets
are hard and brittle

I watch it

mesmerized
encapsulated

damn those islands
and their mystery

one day I swear I will
walk the seven Klicks
of ice to see their shore

terrified of water that
till never occur

Scorpions All

All scorpions are
Venomous beings,
On earth
As in heaven
Rarely,
Very rarely if at all,
Do they lead blissful lives
Nor do they
Appreciate others,

You are an angel
And you know it,
Great verses
You create
Friendly
Mate...

I spend my days here far below
in a cramped and sizzling room
sweating
tormented by fellow sinners
.....rapists
.....murderers
.....false prophets
.....molesters
.....worse..............

The only thing I'm allowed to watch
on my 1 channel TV screen
my mortal remains
rotting
I know the smell well
same as my victims' parts
long after the blood starts.........clotting

My magical hand turn letters
and words into poetry. My pen
hand is priceless, my talented
utensil on my torso is not to
ever be abused nor misused.

I spend hours with my pen hand
burning words into paper. My mind
is steaming with visionaries. My
dreamland in which no other person
can conquer. My imagination churns
my hand with pen solder ink with paper.

When my scribe is finished, I have a
piece of wording I can be most proud of,
I have it published for all people to enjoy.

AT THIS MOMENT (FIVE MINUTES AGO)

at this moment,
five minutes ago,

there were a number of things
i wanted you to know-

but i thought i’d save them for
later,

and merely send you
three

points of view, I hope you’re
better,

and I sure do hope they make you think of
me.

tell me what you think of
them

tell me what you
do

if your point naught one percent
chance

does come
through

(Interlude)

thinking of you now at
length,

To me
You are
The heating sun,
Giver of life,
Shower of warmth.

I am
To you
The iceberg
Melting.

Pink hands, little feet
small package in the
midst of chaos, adult
hands convey violence
inculpable vessel corrupt.

Who gave the right?
Certainly not I, a
Silent witness to
demoralization, never
tell, never hear, never see!

I do not want to recall
unwelcome hands smacking,
shoving, probing, and poking
thrusting myself inward
I forget to remember ...

Very beautiful,

But WE MUST
bow down to those schizophrenic.....
what...leaders!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Here
Who know no more poetry?
Fucking more or less,
Than you or me,
Yes they are nude and totally hopeless
Of course needless to say style-less

However sarcastically
words soft and serene,
They all say
I can never write poetry
As clean.

bliss
the heat wavers
rusted bright against
the painful dark

today is an open book
with chapters flowing
and clouds white torn
knowing

I could kiss
deep the dark of night
where dreams have
lain waiting upon the
stoney bed of creeks
embrace

stubby grasses bright
green and trees twisted
with wisdom and stalwart
dry seasons

turn the tap and release
fresh desire
My mind is parched
and my soul is hollow
like the stretched skins
of the poacher

I came to be inside of her
on a night of fun and laughter.
How long in here will I endure
or, upon exit, what comes after?

Nutrition causes me to grow
and her belly to swell
but I remain here even so
and get along quite well.

The longer that I stay inside
the bigger that I get.
When will I see the world outside?
In here it's getting tight and wet.