Not An Option

beneath your body lies
a body and beneath that
one lies another body
until one day you realize
that all these bodies
represent failed attempts
that we humans have
provided to those who
would be our judges and
grant us salvation in
whatever shallow form
we think we deserve.

8Feb14

Hardly

Hardly a day goes by that I don't think of you;

Hardly a sun or moon passes overhead that I don't dream of you;

Hardly an image passes my sight that it does not remind me of you;

Hardly a meal do I eat that I don't wish you were there with me;




















Hardly doesn't really matter

if you are not by my side as

was the case a few years ago.

6Feb14

Enjoy

life is a bucket

full of dreams

with a crack

in the side

that lets most

or all of them

to slip away

as we carry

the container

along our way;

so, enjoy what's

in the bucket

while you can,

but, before you

to weak to

carry it.

6Feb14

What Else?

wrap your arms around
me and squeeze out
all I have to give,
take a lump sum
or
a little each day,
either way
you rob me of the
vitality
I had for you
and
the need I thought
I had to stay.

6Feb14

Age

leveling the playing field
it does
but more so it can,
removing
and
eliminating
most chances around
as youth
looks and size
is what always seems
to be
on their minds
nowadays.

6Feb14

Community Service

we lament the fallen
as if...
they were our own,
but,
hesitate to care about the
homeless,
since they were not our
intended victims,
and believe
they have the ability
to pull themselves
out of
harm's way.

5Feb14

Calling

a lover's voice

whispers

in my ear

and I long to

open up

to her

as if this were

our first time,

and the sweet

smell

of her excitement

was passing

through my filters

for the

first time again.

5Feb14

Round Tables

a round table of ideas
sits between us,
preventing the exercising
of control or
of its illusive insights;
we judge
and are judged
by our willingness
or lack thereof
to play along;
we learn
and pass along
what we think is
survival skills
and knowledge, but
never fully understand
the point or
the way we've been pointed
all our lives;
a round table of lies
sits between us
and we learn to accept
what we can.

5Feb14

Cries

mourners parade up
and down the streets
of one's imagination,
hoping to see
one's latest victims,
finding only shelter
in the excuses
they gave their bosses
for leaving work early,
reminding us all of
another victimless crime.

4Feb14

Eyes

my mental womb holds
the images of your orgasm,
framed and on display
behind brown eyes, but
inaccessible each time a
new opportunity arrives.

4Feb14

Rainy Days

every little bit helps or

so we tell ourselves as

money is hidden away

in empty coffee cans,

saving for the rain, while

being keenly aware it will

be removed to pay the rent.

4Feb14

Chef's Salad

uncertainty boils on the side
burner of the gas stove, evaporating
into the light of social awareness
and media magnificence such that
transforms into blind acceptance
and unconscious forgiveness is the
patterned foundation of our future.

4Feb14

Nightmares

wrap your mind

around the thoughts

of inconvenience

that rolls around

the countryside in

an effort to bring

mystic mysteries

into view and panic

those who know no

better than to ask

the local constable

for free help since

an election year is

around the corner,

instead of ignoring

the specters and

going back to sleep.

1Feb14

Death's Angel

tongue-in-cheek comments

pass out of my mouth like

the exhaust of a car burning oil;

and those who hear or read them

simply smile and shake their heads,

knowing I no longer work for

laughs but for money and the end

of the beginning is all too near,

as death's angel flies overhead

marking me with the dust of time,

sealing my fate forever into

a life that defies imagination.

1Feb14

Captured

her seductive beauty opened
my mental thighs and I am
taken like a virgin with no boundaries;
close quarter liaisons leave
me spent and humiliated for the
first time since my birth;
seeds of manhood are deposited
between soft surreal cheeks,
hoping for a quick turn around
in a soft marketplace; but,
kinder dispositions prevail and our
love is captured in digital formats.

1Feb14

Search & Rescue

do not take the fork
in the road, if,
you want to find me;
instead, target the
southern exposures
where tanned bodies
walk the beaches
like dead memories
walk mind sands,
and the tides of
forgiveness are seldom
seen unless they
superficially surface
when one's guards
have been drenched
by a tidal wave.

1Feb14

Loyalties

open to suggestion

we are not unless

a vested interest from

the outcomes can be

boxed, wrapped, and shipped

like a birthday present.

1Feb14

Safe Passage

snow covered back roads
restrict my reflections
from their collective
bargaining routines, leaving
them stranded on the roadside
like the aftermath of a
disaster, only to be saved
by gallant rescue workers
who were mentally challenged.

1Feb14

Partners

hold me in contempt
if you will, my love,
but know this if you do:
a successful loss is
shared equally in order
to minimize the risk.

31Jan14

Barriers

lift off your dismal

appearance and

seize the sun as

it crosses the sky;

shake free from the

mental restraints that

govern your actions

and restrict your joy;

rise above that which

makes you better than

you brothers and sisters

and help them always

see the light that you do.

31Jan14

Strings

beneath the strings of time,
lies a darkness deep and wide
that journeys between dimensions,
altering realities of linear thought,
until the rational appears irrational
and one's beliefs becomes compromised
with all the strings of timeless doubt.

31Jan14

Lost and Found

memories rest like angels on our shoulders,
guiding and directing our thoughts,
preparing us for what lies ahead;
love spins around our heads,
circulating like Freon gas,
cooling our emotional turmoil
as if time were standing still;
hands connect and lock in a grasp
neither wants to release, a message
sent to each other constantly that there
is absolutely no looking back;
our hearts bend like palms in an
easterly Florida wind, opening
and closing around new experiences
we never imagined would be there;
eyes convey it all, when the mouth goes silent,
shifting no blame, releasing unfiltered love
as if there were no tomorrows
left to be shared with each other anymore.

1Feb14

These Rivers

it is doubtful
these rivers will
carry me where
I want to go;
and, it is doubtful
these rivers know
where I need to be;
it is doubtful
these currents push
in the right direction
to keep me afloat;
and, it is doubtful
they care when I
finally capsize;
it is doubtful
these rivers have
a mind of their own
like the waters
of the great oceans;
and, it is doubtful
they they are influenced
by the polar vortex;
but, these rivers
nonetheless just
roll on by us all.

30Jan14

Observations

a frozen sun awakes in darkness,

a winterized earth turns blue,

picturesque humans bundle up as

domesticated pets chase their tails;

politicians play to a voting public,

businesses continue to downsize and call it good,

fleets of inexpensive minds circulate resumes while

judges interpret laws that make no sense;

same sex spouses struggle for control and

advertisers prepare for the super bowl,

educators stand in corners with pointed hats so

musicians can continue to play for the deaf and dumb;

monsters willingly roam and patrol our streets

and Cadillac Charlies turns a respectable profit

while dollar-less Donna draws like an artist;

what we see is not always what we get,

solutions sail past us on the wind explaining why

poverty shows no progress after fifty years;

Mother Mary no longer visits on the weekends,

ambivalence lays on the ground like black ice

yet we drive just as carelessly as before;

spices from the Orient numb our senses

and tattooed values stab at our souls,

distant rumblings of Iron Throne violence

cloud our impaired, untested judgments but

always fall short of receiving proper guidance.

30Jan14

Beyond

beyond the memory
of your taste, is the
smell of victory you
display when the
advantage of divorce
shifts your way;
beyond the memory
of naked attractions
lies the burnt flesh
odors of all your
retaliations and brief
but smug appearances;
beyond the catastrophe
of hate rests nothing
but the blank, dark void
of regret and an apology
to our children for being
given clouded judgments.

31Jan14

Lost Reality

deceit is that
which comes easy

to most of us these days
as we journey
through paradise,
forging our way
through the truth,
through reality,
through illusion,
until we discover
it is all the same
and it is just our
perception that
has been changed
and our pre-conceived
that precipitate the
transformation of our
realities and not
the journey itself.

27Jan14

Politics

it is a reckless course that takes
us away from common sense
and puts us on a path of self-
destruction with our actions; yet,
it is a frequent direct that most
of us seem to take quite often;
it it unmistakable, the cries
of ritualistic flagellation uttered
forth once the crimes have been
detected and the fragile promises
made that this is my very last;
it is predictable, the forgiveness,
that rolls off our tongues so easily
and the false expectations we accept;
but, that seems to be the price we
all must pay for freedom since one's
trust is so naturally hard to get.

27Jqn14

Slicing Time

the forest is full of elves

that would rob you

of your time

in the hope that your youth

be gone by

the time you realize;

and I for one

don't belong or

subscribe to this periodical

while at the same time

remain free from

entering forests.

12Jan14