Friday, August 31, 2012


She was cornered

With no way out,

Except to confront him

Which she did,

Becoming his mistress.



January 1989

Thursday, August 30, 2012


On each corner they stand
watching my every move,
mental guards,

protecting fantasy from reality;
I awake inside another room
of my imagination,
different than the first
with subtle colors of yellows and browns,
and no windows
or flower pots to clutter the space;
through the corner door,
I float and when I pass you
steal a kiss and plan our
next rendezvous;
from one room to the next,
I go and from one
sequence I go
with purpose
without end;
inside an ever-continuing
daydream (it seems)
outside the mainstream of life,
outside rational thought and
forever responsible to no one.

 
January 1989

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

3 Haiku's from 1988


We tried a couple
Of times and the result just
Increased the desire.


She wants him but since
He is married, must be a
Little careful now.


She couldn’t take this
New job, not now after he
Stepped into her life.


October 1988

Tuesday, August 28, 2012


I am neither

Depressed

Nor happy;

Although,

I would like to be one;

I am suspended,

Hanging in an

Unknown world,

Expecting answers

To the questions,

I have no idea

How to phrase.



January 2000

Monday, August 27, 2012



A new month

has begun

and it seems

all we do is argue;

and all you say

are really hateful comments

for which you

apologize causing me

not to trust you.



May 1996

Sunday, August 26, 2012

there is no flow
with my life
and little ambition
that I seem
\to be blaming
on the influence of others,
when there is no one
to blame by me.

July 1997

Saturday, August 25, 2012




she felt comfortable
with my return,
as if nothing was wrong,
as if no time had passed
between us, and we had
not experienced life with
anyone but each other.

July 1997

Friday, August 24, 2012

3 Haiku

The sun is bright this
morning, making it somewhat
difficult to face.


You protected me
and I appreciate that
and reciprocate.


I reach for the stars
and receive promises of
events yet to be.

December 1997


Thursday, August 23, 2012

                                                      Spend time
in my mind,
see me
for what I am
not what you think I am,
or need me to be;
spend time
in my mind
wrapping your caring
around me
like the legs
of a whore.
March 1997

Wednesday, August 22, 2012




I do not like to feel
that I need anyone
and if you were to test that,
then I would let you
walk out of my life
like I did before;
no phone calls,
no letters,
no pleasant conversations;
it would be total indifference
and a
I don't care attitude.

August 1997

Tuesday, August 21, 2012


These early morning skies in Chattanooga
are beautiful, but, Morristown is my home;
and, I miss her offerings and the ease at
which they were given, and I long for those
familiar surroundings by which I know her;
there is a peace and stillness in this valley
but there is also an intensified screaming inside
that wants to be turned lose so that my
spirit can return to the only home it knows
and the only home I've ever really missed.

  August 1998

Monday, August 20, 2012

Three to Three




Numbness covers the back of my jaw like swollen skin

sliding across the lower row, my tongue feels suture

stubble as a hand might feel the face before shaving;

planetary rover eyes survey the room as one might expect

before clicking terrain pictures and surrounding

environments, learning to exist or perish; pillows

situated along the lower back permit accommodations

while permitting a false sense of security, allowing a

moment of relief to occur so early in the day;

stretching out like gymnasts, cats lounge on the lounger

waiting for the silence of the sun’s rising and the

treat that accompanies my presence in their room;

three to three, the clock face reads and much easier

than reading the face of students that will be in the

eight o’clock class five hours from now - it’s hard to

tell these days what these day will bring; there is nothing

to do but to think about thinking and about what I

should or should not be thinking as though, I could really

self-direct my conscious streams of illumination, as if

a match was lit instead of a bulb and I could somehow

blink it off and on simply with my intellect that many people

around me believe left me years ago, leaving me with

sleepless nights and an insatiable need to urinate; still,

life goes on . . . as it should, I would assume, and I am

free as I always have been to pursue whatever roles I choose,

regardless of how those roles are perceived by those who

think they know me because they know me; when, in

reality they know only that which I allow them to know,

providing me with few friends, but never vulnerable;

there is an emptiness where my back molar used to be

and no longer will I be crushing ice, at least on that side

and I wonder if that emptiness lies not just inside me

but within me, preventing me from seeing the feeling

that has abandoned me this morning at three to three.



10Aug12

Sunday, August 19, 2012

A desire to unravel
her mysteries creates
a wonderful arousal;

shaking with expectations
as if the first time
could be repeated;
her breasts, pert and simple,
shaped for motherhood,
an alluring softness behind
the Cashmere sweater;
slender legs inside tailored
jeans wrapped tightly
around an imagination,
and we press together,
an involuntary excitement;
and, our bands loosely
fit around our illusion;
perhaps, reality has
ceased to be a fantasy.


March 1986

Saturday, August 18, 2012

Placed into lines, my thoughts unpublished remain;
addicted to the caffeine of expression, my
aerobics of words are exercised in a daily routine,
a meaningful management of conflicts,
a concentrated drain of emotions, leaving me
wondering if doing nothing would do.


June 1986

Friday, August 17, 2012



separated by false perceptions and pride,
we bathe in a shower of words, alone . . .
making little attempt to hide the hurt that
penetrates our nakedness; we are
deliberate with our mistaken identities,
habitually concealing the truth behind our
shields of innocence while we accuse
each other of a loss of understanding and
commitment . . .  is there any love left
between us that we have not yet destroyed?


May 9, 1985

Thursday, August 16, 2012

cradled in the soft
contour of our hearts,
filtered through a
system of logical
irregularities, flows a
displaced passion, an
irrational possession
superimposed upon our lives

like a musical minuet
holds forever the libretto
of our past as if our
secret must remain;
must be ever-present,
an illusive fantasy that
shares today and tomorrow,
and all tomorrows that
faintly remind us of
our musical connection.

June 13, 1985



Wednesday, August 15, 2012

beyond the passion of memory,
amid the false illusions of fantasy,
we live in the inescapable void
of reality like two forces whose
opposition against each other deforms
any belief that our meaningless
battles have some divine healing effect
yet to be realized, which in blending
our determinations will smother
the bitter fires that fuel our hatred
and extinguish our jealous anxieties.

September 12, 1984

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

turn back the hour to
when we first made love,
where guarded feelings
released our innocence;
where kisses quietly
consumed us and we
denied ourselves the
first of many pleasures;
yet, we balanced our
desires with soft spoken
glances and felt the
ryhthms of our passion
in casual smiles,
silently holding the
intensity of our longing
in afternoon daydreams,
ocassionally peeking into
each other's weaknesses
and ocassionally allowing
our stolen tenderness
a few minutes of
shared sensations.


September 21, 1984

Monday, August 13, 2012















if I believe your expressions of sincerity

and renounce the security of my fears,

who will remain to tend my wounds

should my wall crumble and I fall to

the ground injured and defeated?


September 11, 1984

Sunday, August 12, 2012

do we motivate the young to be hateful by our comments?

do we teach them how to lie with our actions?

what chance do we give them to be different, when their

individual behavior does not agree with ours?


May 15, 1988

Saturday, August 11, 2012

we painted our love many colors

enjoying them all, but never expected

to paint ourselves into a corner.

June 5, 1988

Friday, August 10, 2012

I don't know nothing about no farming;

I don't know nothing about no hunting;

I don't know nothing about no fishing;

I don't know nothing about no tractor-pulls;

but, you say I am an educated man.

June 2, 1988

Thursday, August 9, 2012



right around the corner
is my future that I
cannot see or predict;
right around the corner
is my destiny that has been
designed and saved
just for me to experience.













September 30, 2010

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

my roles change from
one day to the next,
depending upon how
the day influences them.

August 25, 2010

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

look inside me again
and you will see an
emptiness and longing
for that which I
cannot ever possess.

August 26, 2010

Sunday, August 5, 2012

pierce my heart
with your insults
and you will find
very little satisfaction
as I no longer fight back,
I will  just walk away.

January 25, 2010

Saturday, August 4, 2012

we live our lives
in casual memories
of the past where we
were not even conceived,
taking for granted the
progress now surrounding us,
oblivious to what our world
would be like if we
returned to those days.

Jan 12, 2010

Friday, August 3, 2012

A Houseboat on the Nile



on your knees and hands you rest

like a dog awaiting its master’s treat;

with the slightest touch, arms collapse

placing your head flat upon the rocking bed;

goose bumps appear on your lower back

a musky female scent fills the sultry Nile air

breathing in the anticipated excitement;

startled by my touch, your inner thigh jerks and quivers

as I touch the hot stickiness of your excitement;

my face gentle slides over your softness

stopping here and there for a prolonged kiss as my

fingers feel the electrifying sensation of wet hair,

nicely trimmed, between your ebony legs;

my mouth slowly moves down to replace

moist fingers that are now sharing your

moist excitement with large swinging breasts;

submissive Arabic moans escape your open mouth

as mine devours your swollen womanhood as

eagerly as a schoolboy that saw his first nude picture;

but, with the skilled experience of an oral surgeon

unsurpassed for his young innocent age;

moments upon moments upon moments pass

of excruciating sexual passion builds, until,

like a volcano, finally erupts and a hot

orgasmic lava floods my mouth and face.


circa 1962-66



From the Cairo Calling (1962-1966) Series







Thursday, August 2, 2012

IDENTITY



the solemnest of sleep
lives at the end of the day
much earlier than before
and much earlier do I rise,
regretting my own deceptions
that dawn breaks thoughts free
as it breaks up the dark light;
and, while embedded inside
my creative illusion, transcribe
letters in words
words into phrases
and phrases into subtle ideas
provoking insightful glimmers
into the ravings of an artist
who must conceal his identity.

28Jul12



From the Mornings Early Series

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

NEAR BY





Cats sleeping nearby
spouse sleeping nearby too
coffee cooling nearby
thoughts lingering nearby
fantasies fade
memories hide
laptop rests while
hope chills and
fans turn;
books rest
temperatures outside rise
chairs stand silent
as mind tumbles after
rustling curtains;
floors feel feet
vase reflects my concerns
flat screen blank
as is my need to be creative
on a Sat–ur–day as
light appears unannounced
as it always does and
I dwell on lame excuses
as I always do.

28 Jul12



From the Mornings Early Series