Sunday, February 28, 2010

come-hither part II

my sweet
my loins
are tempted

the mood
an arrogance
of satisfaction
the anticipation itching
your thighs on my thighs
legs pirouetting

intimate tango
on panoramic
so come-hither
my love
my loins
are tempted

Saturday, February 27, 2010

in the mud

today i had moments of vulnerability
lost in depression
my self esteem
like mash
my pride tested
outer smile bronzed
i take a deep breath
the results swallowed
in stride

Friday, February 26, 2010

the pretty

where will i be
without the pretty
where would the simple be
without the difficult
will i be lost
like an episode of lost
will the pretty
still be there

will the pretty
still be there
when the shoes run out
when my make-up dries
when the dresses run thicker & longer
will the pretty
still be there

will i be able
to keep the pretty
from losing its sin
will the pretty
be the benefactor
will this pretty
still be there

Thursday, February 25, 2010

talia, apache princess

a wee talent
in a young shell
becomes a rose

lovely she is
sweet as a date
her adorable
smile travels great

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

a swim meet with sharks

cold blooded
butterflies with gills
beyond the horizon
black tips mako
lemons in a pen

water bubble hearts
rise in temperature
the sunlight
piercing through

long shadows
of speed and stroke
a rippling tube for
many hope
the finish line

Tuesday, February 23, 2010


a dog bark
in a sound
of a tenor
sings over
the ocean waves

high tide twilight
moon beams glow
at which music notes feel

her bite heavy
in tone

Monday, February 22, 2010

el loco pollo

fried, grilled, or stewed
chicken is good food

belly consuming
mouth watering
white and dark meat
a savory strut

Sunday, February 21, 2010


hatchet throwing
booze drinking
fire startin'
good times

friends, amigos, homies
good times

still images
of memorable frames
sentimental and cherished
good times

to oddball
good times

good times

good times

Saturday, February 20, 2010

open flight

altered perceptions
revealing zen
a calming

Friday, February 19, 2010


introspective being
contemplation day dreams
a mirror image of oneself

Thursday, February 18, 2010


eerie illusions
optimal sight conclusions
strange may this thing seem

Wednesday, February 17, 2010


sacrifice for idea
heal the sin for success
the water purified
ash wednesday
the knowing better

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

the man

armed and dangerous
a man of issues prowl
cruising half speed
through the city
unaware innocents retired

clever and guile
into the night
the man of issues
retorts his stance

unassuming of the demand
the man of issues
justified in the scene
becomes the man

Monday, February 15, 2010

war vet

i stand alone
surrounded by nazis
me alone hidden
with my m1928 submachine gun
browning hp
and one german stick grenade
the calvary fifteen minutes away
my nerves racing
my hands still calm
the air smelling
like the fourth of july
i slow my breathing

i play psychic
look into the crystal ball
replay my moves
and surprise attack

my handgun at the ready
the trigger to my
thompson wielded to my finger
i unload with ferocity
accuracy and adrenaline
looking like robocop
in fatigues

i take out
shots to the head
bullets chopping off
limbs blowing holes
spreading crimson graffiti
on walls and ceilings

i survive the threat
the hitler threat
bring on the japs
the koreans
the vietcong
the russians
the terrorists
the taliban
al qaeda
the dictators
and their mothers

my war cry piercing
my chest out high
i am a war vet
feel my lead

Sunday, February 14, 2010

all these years

all these years
i keep missing you
my body and soul
surrendered in your embrace
my arms like vice grips
holding onto you
my memory sharp
like the day i was born
remembering all moments
passionate to endearing
your caresses
charming like a child's dimple
beautiful as you are
loyal as you are
all these years
i keep missing you
you are my love
you are my home
you are my motivation
i love you so much
my mind intoxicated
with words
thinking of adjectives
hallucinating on your smell
all these years
i keep missing you

Saturday, February 13, 2010


i escape
the inescapable
the mental
the restless
the weary
the stupid
the dreaded
the weak
the wounded
the lost

for what i escape
i surpass
down between
the looking glass
i see myself granted
bestowed upon me
my everlasting prison

Friday, February 12, 2010

eternal flame

in the night
a playful whisper
is heard through
the candlelight language

i follow this language
around the corner
only to hear
a young bellow wind
flow across the spectacle

a weirdly stance ensues
people a passionate faith
becomes a common
even children play

wherever i go
this language
proven so powerful
i am hypnotized

mystical may it seem
only science-fiction
proves the latter

Thursday, February 11, 2010

citric acid

the sound of taste
is mesmerized by
the throngs of
four fingered
homo sapiens idaltu

they listen to the crunch
they listen to the chew

four toed homo rhodesiensis
don't care for taste
only that for pleasure
to fight and to consume

the male and
females both cook
neither is satisfied
only to their delight

swim creatures
taste better sour denaturalized
with onions, chili, salt and pepper

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

whiskey tango foxtrot

confucius say
"no matter where you go
there you are"

i say
"transcendent like a wave
only smaller than
an atom's toenail
the color is washed"

they say
"what the fuck"

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

feed the masses

feed the world
like farmers
feed their livestock

feed the minds
with winds that
carry across oceans

feed the hunger
with the desire of

feed the peace
like it's the 1960's

feed humanity bull shit
like a disease
and vomit remains

Monday, February 8, 2010

dive in

pondering feelings

underneath a new world

facing challenges

like blue whales

crossing oceans

following a path

destined for surprise

the day has come

my heart open

lead me to dive

my fear will unveil

i impel myself

i'm prepared to thrive

no ultimatum

too steep

no waters

too deep

i confront the worst

head on

feet first

Sunday, February 7, 2010

morning coffee

i awoke high
endorphinated on
spicy food and sex
jazz music creating a mood
it must be morning

my lower body
a distance of
about two feet from her
i smile

near to the floor
i sit back on the bed
my right leg
touching her right leg
i contemplate

early sun light
begins to brighten the room
thoughts of touching her
again i smile

she looks so sexy sleeping
her sweet fragrance fused
with fornicated air
i grow desirous

i get up out of bed
walk to the kitchen
craving oatmeal and strawberries

Saturday, February 6, 2010

the black shirt

out in the open

my eyes suspended

looking beyond drift woods

humans roam like cattle

my mind

intrigue restless

ready for battle

the air the aroma

like roses

a walking distance

my mistress poses

short and sweet

my black shirt comes off

these fingers massage

and tickle her tenderly soft

where one works

one day dreams

the world as we know it

not at all what it seems