1/16 inch thin layers
Appealing to the saliva of the dogs
Overrated and shallow interiors
Claiming to be a superior
A rancid exterior to animals
Gritting my frustrated teeth
Recognizing a frivolous mind
Intellectually inept and blank
A lost Aardvark in the desert
Shutting you off like a valve
Lacking the ability to digest
Mad at myself for allowing you in
A crawling fool on the inside
Seeking depth and connection
Seeing an overhyped individual
“O hell, what do mine eyes
with grief behold?”
Working with an old
Singlejack miner, who can sense
The vein and cleavage
In the very guts of rock, can
Blast granite, build
Switchbacks that last for years
Under the beat of snow, thaw, mule-hooves.
What use, Milton, a silly story
Of our lost general parents,
eaters of fruit?
The Indian, the chainsaw boy,
And a string of six mules
Came riding down to camp
Hungry for tomatoes and green apples.
Sleeping in saddle-blankets
Under a bright night-sky
Han River slantwise by morning.
Jays squall
Coffee boils
In ten thousand years the Sierras
Will be dry and dead, home of the scorpion.
Ice-scratched slabs and bent trees.
No paradise, no fall,
Only the weathering land
The wheeling sky,
Man, with his Satan
Scouring the chaos of the mind.
Oh Hell!
Fire down
Too dark to read, miles from a road
The bell-mare clangs in the meadow
That packed dirt for a fill-in
Scrambling through loose rocks
On an old trail
All of a summer’s day.
Clasping to the vicious sound
Grinding my teeth to loneliness
Clenching to the hollow rattle
Snagging the callous pages
Latching on to the emptiness
Seeking the comfort in the corner
Clutching to the invisible truth
Absorbing the bitterness
Digesting too much judgement
Consuming bits of the view
Seizing the blankness
Clawing inside my cage
Refusing to listen and understand
where I was and where I am
The ballroom is filled with chaos, debutantes, and stainless steel soldiers
Greetings were choreographed by a comedian
The chandelier hangs over the melting pot with Cadillac dreams
Laughter is just as fake as a plastic credit card
Sipping on lies and guzzling down the shadows of reality
Honor among thieves is the ace of spades
Plagiarism shines in the corner as the compliments are memorized from a Hallmark card
Truth never stuttered through the double doors
Costumes reek of mediocrity and the dialogue is stale
Pride never appears as the tap shoes dance all through the hours
Berlin and Chopin soar in the air as the feet move in sync
As the night ends all of them become strangers
Entered wearing a mask and leave as someone they always wanted to be
Kiss me until we see the dark
Stand in the showering limelight
Seal your vow in the music box
Recite your lyrics softly in my ear
Sing me a song of devotion
Hum to me in your hushed tone
Dress me in your secret message
Hesitate your seductive murmurs
Swallow your sighs and hints
Mumble your satire in your birthday suit
Leave me your pamphlet of ridicule
Staring at your cynicism and bitterness
Remove the jaw jacking banter
Make love to me like the rancid dog
Deliver me one honest sentence
Walk away like the black widow
Like a caterpillar in the midnight rain
Crawling through the hollow misery
Love departed in the chilling seams
Disappearing sentiments shriek
A Rendezvous slipping away in palms
Astonished by the copper leaves flying
Lakes drying up from the emptiness
Broken prayers misguided by the glare
Compromises thrown like pounds of dirt
Discomfort stuck in the tendons
Our love trembles and yowls
Agony settling like trampled dust
Gasping on the soaring affliction
heartache submerged in soot and spit
A romance ripped at the fingertips
Surrounded by the scalding temperatures
Violent cramps pricking rhythmically
Thickening torture runs down my throat
Weeping madly and in confusion
Seeking deadly faults within the glass
An illness dispersed in coarse veins
Our love shivers and screams
Clarity is a dark cloud dangling
in my sunken and insomniac eyes
Jumbled up words scribbled in my mind
Walking like a tormented disorder
Gripping on to the petals with my palm
Forever embroidered within my sleeves
Dropping it below my tattered knees
Falling to the distorted earth
Gazing up at the swollen apricot sky
Tears flooded like a waterfall
Our love bleeds and pulsates
Shadows of the gravestone widen
A fortress of preciousness clamped
Clutching adoration and admiration
Seeking answers from a growl
Tasting chunks of sorrow
Drinking melancholy from a flask
Elsewhere and gone in my pockets
A nickel has more value than my identity
Bitten by never ending and lasting scars
Latching onto oppression and misfortune
Our love flinches and grovels
Questioning faith and man made religion
Cursing like a drunken sailor
Angry at the curved roads without signs
Cut hands raised in the fickle air
A flight of exasperation lingers
Waking up from vexation in my stomach
Anxiety and headaches twinkle like stars
Burden worn like an army jacket
Distress sinking in my teeth
Anguish and inward sketches touch
Our love is seeking answers in the mist of our hands
Hunks of rubbish
Scattered bottle caps
Lumps of fast food containers
Dried up cheese stuck to a
week old pizza box
Sour milk and pickle juice
creating a horrid lake
Spread out diseases disperse
like ants and centipedes
Horrifying stenches linger
Ashes expanding miles and miles
Mountains of a monstrosity
Lingering funk travels like a turtle
Baking and sizzling in the sun
Like a junkyard in the desert
Rusty carburetors and mixed bolts
Tossed out old relationships like
last years self absorbed garbage
Check out my books!
I could easily fall
for the moon in your twinkling eyes
I could easily fall
for your precious skin
I could easily fall
for your soothing heavenly voice
I could easily fall
for the stars above your head
I could easily fall
for your gentle and warm touch
I could easily fall
for the sweetness on your lips
I could easily fall
for the world held in your palm
I could easily fall
for your charm and wit
I could easily fall
for your enticing sigh
I could easily fall
into your delicate universe
Love my blackened scars
Love my lopsided flaws
Love my fatal quirks
Love my enigmatic perception
Love my complicated essence
Love my simple comforter
Love my undying will
Love my quivering fears
Love my shadow’s tears
Love my effervescent soul
Love my conflicted backbone
Love my distinctive complexion
Love my colors of my being
She dwelled in the chair of the copycat
She fell into a whirl of mischievousness
Rotating around the word swipe
She watched the clock tick in exile
She twisted herself between lies and truth
Revolving around the word heist
She was smoldering among the thieves
She lost respect when she stole phrases
Spinning around the word hijacked
She viciously borrowed invincible words
She stood in the shadows of peace
Circling around the word embezzled
She wore an invisible crown of deceit
She vanished when others pointed fingers
On the other side of the sphere with crooks
Staring at your vivid portrait
Awestruck and floating butterflies
soaring in my stomach
Tingling sensations in my bones
Enamored with your animated spirit
Full of zest and enthusiasm
A wondrous and gentle endearment
Voluptuous from head to toe
Captivating to the delicate core
Amazed by your enticing hurricane
Hot blooded and seductive
Drawn to your language and accent
Gorgeous makes me crazy
Promenading around the vintage square
Marching up and down like a soldier
Preserving the gloomy kingdom
The absolute and dreary monarch
Glancing up at the gnarling sultan
Toying with the saddened jesters
As they stare out the tear jerking windows
Mimes crawling outside the gates
in front of the gory and sopping river
Stumbling citizens speak like dragons
Clans of violence raid innocent homes
Barking dogs howling at the dying moon
Chopped off heads laying in ditches
Limbs shambling to the sunrise
A division between absurdity and insanity
Born in the thick of Chardonnay
Sweetness is just a flavor in a fifty mile radius
Dingy peasants begging for a light instead of bread
Inhaling the essence of bloodstains
Waking up in a bath of blush
Stuck in misery and fallen pieces
Like a dream shivering in maroon
Caves of turmoil splatter illness
An unknown species walks in the dark
Spewing words like tall weeds
Cutting through rocks with a monotone voice
Using only four syllable words
Monsters tall as skyscrapers touching
the tip of cerulean clouds
Gripping winds with hands as large as boulders
Roaming wicked jungles and grudged mountains
Over twenty thousand characters gliding on soiled clay
Surrounded by a lightning cage
Seeking a path to return their lost world
Unknown to how they arrived in Herston
Icicles of vulnerability
dangle over my crucified nerves
Leisurely indulging
a mass consumption of integrity
Thickening the backbone
Watching frustrations corrode
Tortuously eyeballing the poison
seep in my blush vertebrae
Struggling between the roar of
disarray and the calm light
Hacking up chunks of sincerity
Clearing my throat to voice
the sound of everlasting waves
from my vibrant spine
Drops of sorrow fall to my feet
Faith never misled my center
She sketched me
a biting breeze
I brushed a stroke
of blood paint
on her wounded knee
She fell into the pit
of the abstract skies
As I sat in purgatory
playing the iron fiddle
She hurdled the
flashing disturbance
As I held on to her
ancient pieces
I saw her tired eyes
blink for a millisecond
The gore continued
Swamped in a fluorescent obstruction
Cornered in a sea of obscure glass
Dismayed by the faint watercolors in your pupils
Stunned from the 3:30am neon ablaze
Unwavering sounds of turbulent engines
Nervousness wedged between affection and tenderness
Marveled by the touch of your scorched hands
A rendezvous of an ancient wizard and a reborn artist
Playing with altercations and differences
Gasoline wasted like the dissention in the atmosphere
Barely tantalized by your curvature
Flexing the irony and wisecracks
Mocking jolted decisions and pointing out undersized flaws
Irrational sentences dispersed like trash on a uncut lawn
Ignoring her dyslexic and child like tongue
Once in love with the snakebite and tortuous virus
Abandoning a run down jalopy on the side of the road
On the left of me charades drift
Grandiosity shrinks in a bubble
On the right of me a cliffhanger wobbles
Sick brain twisters entwine
Like a stickler stuck in honey
Mysteries fumbling in the peak hours of the night
Reciting the sixty four thousand dollar question
Disguised by a painted enigma
Lost in a foolish pseudonym
Wearing a gray pompous suit
Insincerity rippling in my veins
A glass image shimmering in your web
Sleeping next to a facade
Making out with tossed to the curb excuses
Complexity and complication is a mixed drink
Tangled up in a maze
Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight,
And nobody flinched down by the arcade
And the marquees weren’t weeping, they went stark-raving mad,
And the cabbies were the only ones that really had it made
And his cold trousers were twisted, and the sirens high and shrill,
And crumpled in his fist was a five-dollar bill
And the naked mannequins with their Cheshire grins,
And the raconteurs and roustabouts said “Buddy, come on in, ’cause
‘Cause the dreams ain’t broken down here now, they’re walking with a limp
Now that Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight”
And nobody flinched down by the arcade
And the burglar alarm’s been disconnected,
And the newsmen start to rattle
And the cops are telling jokes about some whorehouse in Seattle
And the fire hydrants plead the Fifth Amendment
And the furniture is bargains galore
But the blood is by the jukebox on an old linoleum floor
And what a hot rain on Forty-Second Street,
And now the umbrellas ain’t got a chance
And the newsboy’s a lunatic with stains on his pants, ’cause
‘Cause Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight
The Singapore dove dashes
Sparkles of warmth soar
Throats of innocence tingle
In awe of the simplicity
Raptured up in its tenderness
Captured by its soft touch
Rivers and creeks entwine
Thirsty for your embrace
Breathing in your kindness
Fantasies slowly ripple
Shadows of your body glow
Immeasurable beauty stares
Inhale your crystal elegance
Under the cerulean sky
Seeking the Singapore Dove
Hand in hand
Walking though the basket of gold
Surrounded by nature’s scent
Barefoot and carefree
Like the precious love in our hearts
Hand in hand
gripping tight refusing to let go
Appreciating the sound of her voice
Marveled by her addicting laughter
Whispering “P.S. I love you”
in her ear and kissing her neck
Under the hundred year oak tree
Hand in Hand
Realizing this hand is the only hand
I want to feel for a lifetime
