FANS

fans cool my exterior body while
sensations swirl around me carelessly
like a glaze on an unfinished vase;
solutions spin uncontrollably fast
within aged facilities just barely
withstanding the exuberant
pressures of knowing what to do;
fields of uncut poppies hold
these tissue walls together,
leaving no marks or residue
while fans cool my exterior body
again and again and again.

15Aug13

Melting In

women of the day

blend in nicely

with the night when

sit their sights

on fulfilling fantasies

rather than trying

to be the banker

in the failing and

shallow lesbian

relationship with

cash flow issues.

12Aug13

Fourths

Where are the memories of my youth,
those that provided me with future vision,
those that encouraged my innocence,
prolonging the truth for as long as it could be?
Who stole my life and gave me empty years
with futile dreams of non-assimilation,
requesting future delivery of a perforated soul?
When did I stop listening to the creative mind
and start bargaining with an insubordinate imagination?
Why did I dye the lie to fit the casual circumstances?

12Aug13

Intrepretation

many sorrows have washed over me
and now my eyes have opened wide;
I see without seeing...
hear without hearing...
many dawns have been presented to me
many moons have calmed my walking spirits;
my mind bears the scars of battle,
my body softens with each passing sun;
I smell without smelling...
touch without touching...
the sacred land on which my bruised feet walk
has been violated beyond recognition;
my heart lays on the ground
and I long to see my ancestors;
I taste the air for the last time.

17Aug13

POEMS FOR A SPECIAL FRIEND - Day 7

For Kat

lips of doubt

kiss you feverishly

as if to say

“I’m sorry;”

secrets revealed

leave you vulnerable;

and, we experience

the ecstasies of

a marriage

with words.

12Oct13

POEMS FOR A SPECIAL FRIEND - Day 6

Unexplained

On the verge of madness,

I sit in humbled silence

Pondering and wondering

Why someone like you

Would want someone like me,

And while the answers

Arrive quite quickly from

All my previous experience,

They do not adequately explain

The juxtaposition of events

That brought and kept us

Both wanting a little more.

10Oct13

POEMS FOR A SPECIAL FRIEND - Day 5

No longer

No longer do I sit in my own overstuffed chair

In my own little corner of the world, wondering

If I will ever feel loved and cared for again;

No longer will I ponder the rhythms of rain

Or if sunsets or sunrises are more spectacular

Since your thought reached out to me;

No longer will I question a simplified or complicated

Purpose in life to justify and signify my life because

Your presence in my life answers the question;

No longer will I sleep in darkness or walk in the purple

Haze of an unfamiliar or unintentional life when you

Provide me with the desire to see the light:

No longer will my age mystify my experience or

Block the natural tendencies of human desire knowing

Love is not always about sexual intercourse;

No longer will I fear the need to be forgotten since my

Journey has left nothing behind for which to be proud

Until now:  the knowledge that you care about me.

10Oct13

POEMS FOR A SPECIAL FRIEND - Day 4

Sometimes

A hunger lurks and lives

On our dark sides,

Hoping to be noticed

Like a natural force accepts

Impact with a foreign object;

Yet, we are no longer

Distant or strangers in

Each other’s eyes, but

Potential comrades in arms,

Who desire more than deserved

While receiving less than

Needed from our situations;

We are creatures of habits

Who adjust but rearrange

When necessary just as those

In the wild have learned,

We too can survive;

Within our passions almost

Lost and abandoned are

The etched memories of

Total and complete surrender

Into the battlefields of love,

Sometimes winning,

Sometimes losing,

 But always in battle like

The professional soldier for hire

Who lives for the rush that

Puts emotions on the erotic

Edge of excitement which

Keeps us experimenting with

What many refer to as love.

10Oct13

POEMS FOR A SPECIAL FRIEND - Day 3

Simply Natural

Your breath on my heaving chest is relaxing, 

Matching the undulations of your hips

Against my upper thighs as if willing yourself inside me;

Your erect nipples feel good to the touch and

Rest so naturally between my fingertips as my

Hand gently massages your wet breast rhythmically;

Your silky softness allows me to glide in and out,

Feeling every inch of the passion you have created

So the intoxication can release our mutual passions;

Every fiber of our bodies flame hot with desire,

Kisses have long since executed our loneliness and

We shudder with convulsions simultaneously.

9Oct13

POEMS FOR A SPECIAL FRIEND - Day 2

Until Now

Before me you stand naked and vulnerable

Veiled only in mystery and secrecy,

Longing to be loved and treated sacredly

Like some vow between distant lovers,

Who have been reunited emotionally;

Before you I stand naked and fearful

That the wisdom of my experiences

Will not be enough to even hold you

Once and savor the moment of

Abandoned youthful erotic sensations;

Before each other we stand shivering

With anticipated excitement from the

Wired excitement coursing through our

Veins and nerves, no longer leaving us

Vulnerable but willing lustful partner;

Together, flesh touching flesh, softness

Touching roughness, we lay arm-in-arm,

Not realizing the sensitive emotions that

Electrified our raw, hedonistic desires

Allowing us to love like never before…

9Oct13

POEMS FOR A SPECIAL FRIEND - Day 1

What’s In A Name

Self-confidently, brown sugar strands hang

Around your head, cautiously framing the

Nudity that draws me into you once again, a

Desperate attempt to have, to hold, to touch, the

Reality that makes you who you are and honestly

Answer all the mysteries of our odd attraction.

7Oct13

Sight unseen you have been to me but

Always more than expected, giving me

New reasons to believe again, not really

Deserving as it always seem to be before,

Reliving old habits and memories and while

Accepting what morsels life had to offer me.

7Oct13

Soft and sensuous thoughts

Arrive from you secretly and lay

Next to mine ever so seductively,

Driving our emotions erotically,

Releasing what we’ve kept hidden

And hoping for some fulfillment.

8Oct13

Seeking sexual satisfaction we

Announce our subtle intentions in

Never ending, unsolicited gestures

Daring ourselves to move first,

Reluctant when we do not, but

Always loving the adoration.

8Oct13

Slow Circles

morning air is refreshing
in most parts of the world,
as it interprets another day
has been granted to lost souls;
but, it is especially sweet
in the Volunteer Valley where
life moves a little slower
than it did the day before;
fools preach to fools as they
have done for hundreds of years
and scantily clad females learn
to bear children early providing
no reason for their mates to stay;
life moves in slow circles here
replicating itself for clarity but
dwelling not on its purpose
since discovering it to be some
sort of divine conspiracy.

                                                                                            10Aug13

Washed Ashore

we categorize our differences
in crates of color that we set
adrift on the ocean of life,
in the hopes that one day,
we will find an island that
has inhabitants who can
appreciate all the colors.

9Aug13

Enlightenment

the road to salvation is
guarded by neanderthals,
who view us in silence
as they plot their progressions
on a graph few can read,
while multi syllable words
slip off their tongues like
Aristocrats buying fancy clothes.

9Aug13

Rites and Rituals

there are rites and rituals

that we must follow;

there are rules and regulations

that we must ignore;

there are values and ethics

from which we must select;

there are morals and integrity

that we must violate;

and, in so doing...

we can raise our pudgy hand

and say we are American

while at the same time,

we cross the fingers of our

other hand behind our back.

9Aug13

Everyday Words

more often than not
I dream of a time
where we were lovers
and showed everyone
that we were exactly that,
but too many phrases later
of poorly selected words
and we now show everyone
how much contempt we
harbor for each other.

9Aug13

The Need

you always seem to walk
a few feet in front of me,
no matter where we are
as if you have this need
for people to see that a
man follows you and that
the opposite is not true.

9Aug13

Balanced Atonement

the ancient spirit sighs with relief
as we attempt atonement for all
the evil and madness we have loosed
on the world causing an imbalance;
the ancient spirit knows well the
hearts of men...
how they take and never return
until something is taken from them
displaying a brief period of forgiveness;
the ancient spirit no longer dwells
in the hearts of men for many moons now
but a few seek guidance once again
in the hopes of regaining innocence.

9Aug13

Maleesh Maleesh

falafels of veiled thoughts

are eaten by my mind,

in the hopes of generating

more palatable ideas;

but, new ideas fall like

rain in the Sahara these days

and my scorpion words claw

into the ground for shelter.

8Aug13

Staying Young

before the umbrellas
enter the sand, you
are in your seat
waiting on the sun
and your surroundings
to notice you;

before the tide
begins to recede,
the salty air invades
your senses
leaving you
emotionally bankrupt;

before the sun
returns to the other side,
you have
claimed the emptiness
that keeps you
afloat and draws
the attention
of other males.

7Aug13

Southern Comfort

on either side of hurt, I
seem to be with you, as
both words and actions
leave me feeling less of
a person than ever before,
with outrage turning to
disappointment while
love holds me on the
south side of hate.

7Aug13

On Making Better Decision

time heals no wounds for me as

long as I live under your protection;

and, even more angry at myself

for lacking courage to walk away.


7Aug13

A Short Leash

as my hearing fades, your

patience fades as well, and

I am left to speculate as to

why you are so defiant over

my growing old behavior.

7Aug13

Comfort

shifting sands
the night before
force us to sit
differently,
and as our
perspectives
change so too
does our attitudes,
and we lament
as if we have
lost something
very precious.

7Aug13

Speak Louder

no longer
do I feel
comfortable
and
secure
with
my life,
as it is;
and,
like before,
it is
because
of
you
and
your
actions.

7Aug13

A Chance Meeting

in the shade
of a setting sun,
a silhouette
dances
along the water's edge,
splashing up
all the colors of the day,
reflecting light
as easily as
absorbing it;






in the shade
of a setting sun,
you move
towards me like
a ballerina
moves
across a stage,
closer and
closer;



in the shade
of a setting sun,
a silhouette
disappears
within my grasp,
as I reach out
to hold her
rhythms...
and love,
continues to
allude me.

7Aug13

Strangers

Once again,
we are in conflict,
two alphas,

trying to control,
compromising not in sight;
once again,
we cannot permit
our spouse to win,
regardless,
of the cost to us,


hoping,
the other gives in first,
as if,
we were both
strangers.

7Aug13

Time Spent

through the dark and dingy

recesses of the mind, she

crawls around like a worm

burrowing into the ground;

her memory falls short of

expectations but remains

intact as she conveys her

lust once again to me, but

only in a way that would

make a good porn movie;

but, her memories like

herself are faked and I

wonder why so much

time is spent with her.

7Aug13

Daily Assasinations

each day builds upon the last
like some cumulative learning
experience that is retained,
but against all our wishes;

each day allows us to be that
which we were not yesterday,
if and when we are of a mind
to actually move in that direction;

each day ages us and our bodies
in a way that our destinations
arrive by air freight rather
than by a fast railroad;

each day allows us to dress
in clothes never seen before,
providing that the currency and
exchanges rates favor us;



each day gives some of us hope
while other cling to despair,
as protectors guard our backs,
measuring us for coffins;

each day is just another day and
depending upon where we spent
the previous night, will predict
how this new day will unfold.

6Aug13

Two For You

Cracked

feelings for but are
trapped inside the
hollow center of a coconut,
mixing with all the
flavors I dislike; and,
when cracked open
and released, finally
understand the
needing to be free.

6Aug13






Age Descending

inside the body of an old man,
my young feeling mind seeks
release and to be returned to
the year of its first awareness
as has been done so many times
before; but alas,
it is not meant to be and
ages descends upon me
like night upon day and
the sunrise I just expressed
will have to last a while.

6Aug13

Thoughts

thoughts delay their arrival,
caught somewhere between
creation and expression,
with no epicenter to catapult
them to the surface successfully;
dead before arrival, they are...
predawn crashes of light,
slumped over in a chair
with no one to pull their strings,
giving them a chance to perform.


27Sept13