A closemouthed yell

Frozen shoulders

Discolored devotion

Rooms of separation

Constant agitation

No pets and flowerless

Dingy naked walls

A thousand square feet

Once lovers

Overnight room mates

Raised palm

Defining purple bruises

Ocean of tears

Packed bags

Never returning

to Fremont Street


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Cut throat and diabolical

she glared

Submissive and tattooed

she stood

Slippery and rhythmic

she moved

Street lights vanish

Stores shut down

when I hear her name

Insatiable and sensuous

she spoke

Vibrant and provocative

she breathes

Desirous and seductive

she is

Skyscrapers tremble

Televisions disconnect

when I speak her name

Venomous and flirtatious

she struts

Inviting and delicious

she growls

Lovesick and addictive

she kneels

I met her on Waterloo Street


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In a garden of remembrance
Under a blinking and winter moon
Our love shimmers and blossoms
Inhaling your joyful smile
Memories guiding me to your heart
Seeking a resting place of tranquility

In a garden of remembrance
I found a shadow and light that reveals your beauty
Our love sparkles and glistens
Exhaling your graceful spirit
Memories flowing like a river to your heart
Residing in your sensitive arms


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Especially when the October wind
With frosty fingers punishes my hair,
Caught by the crabbing sun I walk on fire
And cast a shadow crab upon the land,
By the sea’s side, hearing the noise of birds,
Hearing the raven cough in winter sticks,
My busy heart who shudders as she talks
Sheds the syllabic blood and drains her words.

Shut, too, in a tower of words, I mark
On the horizon walking like the trees
The wordy shapes of women, and the rows
Of the star-gestured children in the park.
Some let me make you of the vowelled beeches,
Some of the oaken voices, from the roots
Of many a thorny shire tell you notes,
Some let me make you of the water’s speeches.

Behind a post of ferns the wagging clock
Tells me the hour’s word, the neural meaning
Flies on the shafted disk, declaims the morning
And tells the windy weather in the cock.
Some let me make you of the meadow’s signs;
The signal grass that tells me all I know
Breaks with the wormy winter through the eye.
Some let me tell you of the raven’s sins.

Especially when the October wind
(Some let me make you of autumnal spells,
The spider-tongued, and the loud hill of Wales)
With fists of turnips punishes the land,
Some let me make of you the heartless words.
The heart is drained that, spelling in the scurry
Of chemic blood, warned of the coming fury.
By the sea’s side hear the dark-vowelled birds.

I’m leaning towards the mislabeled afterthoughts

I’m leaning toward the frown of the aftershock

I’m leaning toward the confusion and jumbled up words

I’m leaning toward the goodbye and the footsteps you leave behind

I’m leaning toward the unforgiven and the unforgettable

I’m leaning toward the hidden wall and the forsaken sounds of misery

I’m leaning towards cornered edges and turbulence

I’m leaning towards the chained emptiness and sores on my ankles

I’m leaning toward the cynical dialogue and wounded phrases

I’m leaning towards the vicious cycle and turmoil circling in my stomach

I’m leaning towards an empty bed and lying in the apathy

I’m leaning towards the weight on my shoulders and permanent chip

I’m leaning towards the disturbance and the distorted lies you spoke

I’m leaning towards of giving less of myself and taking what is left of my sanity


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Deep seated in the gunk

Footprints in the murky ashes

Sinking into an underworld

Falling and mellowing

Landing in a glass castle

dipped in sautéed wishes

and a marshmallow incubus

Surrounded by endless prisms

Quills held by unicorns

Chapters of bliss overflowing

Watercolors of love hanging

from sycamore trees

A countryside of antiques

Restoring faith in humanity

Miles of a golden beach

Under a painted yellow sun

Hatred and greed disappeared

Positivity is embraced

Harmony is embodied

Engaging thoughts bloom

The hatful of soot deceived millions

Baking from the

everlasting fire

No cherub can

save your black soul

Watching your heart

roast in the furnace

soothes my mind

I snicker at your

flatlines and tombstone

I smirk at your

hallway yells and

scattered burns

I prance and whirl

to your last breath

Knowing your name

is blackballed from

the gates of the pit

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


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I dare you to move an inch

Quiet as I stand and remain calm

I loathe the essence of your aroma

Watching your words like a hawk

I challenge you to raise your voice

Reserved as I sit and remain still

I detest your point of view

Staring at the soulless scarecrow

I defy your small perspective

Restraining myself and biting my tongue

All you are is cruel spit

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

Flourishing joy
An abundance of butterflies
Sinking in mush
Overflowing of blossoms
My daunting sunshine

Saturated in kisses
Caressing precious skin
Merging as an invincible love
Weaves of everlasting innocence
My daunting sunshine

Unraveling the power of touch
Overwhelming grace
Drowning in your beauty
Falling for a miracle
My daunting sunshine

Your name smudged

And your lies smeared to the edges

Your autograph disappears

And your prejudice spills all over

Your sentiments glare

And your irrelevant opinions puke

Your stance stalks in the hours

And your posture wrinkles

Your expressions digress

And your presence strips as a whore

Your observations spread

And your bottle of ink diffuses

Your ignorance blinked

And your honesty bailed

Your plastic mindset cracked

And your words are meaningless

Swinging side to side

Hopping smooth down Sinatra Lane

Inhaling and exhaling Ol’ Blue Eyes

Tracing the winding road of jazz

Crooning heartfelt melodies

Absorbing the bright crisp air

Hopscotch and miracles glisten

Feeling the polka dots and moonbeams

Dolores falling in love every day

Theatre’s full of baby angels

Lush string sounds vibrating on TV’s

Verses spoken with delight

A joyful never ending jukebox

of happiness in every home

Thoughts on the rocks

Sipping on contemplations

Dressed up in hesitations

Mulling silence over

with a cup of gumption

Gazing at her with delight

from a foggy distance

A place of weeping castles

Everlasting dances under

shimmering stars

Wishing to remove the frozen

fears and settling coma

Seeking love and affection

Perhaps in a home of pieces

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 dessert

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


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Goddess of nasty

Overpowering tone

Awestruck from her essence

Dissolved purity

Stars bend from her toxic voice

Synchronized chants of darkness

Chimes shatter into pieces

Eyelashes made up of swarf

Rivers stop flowing

Mountains crumble before her feet

Demands and commands mesh

Sight of a dictator

A captivating tornado soul

Destroying all of humanity

Consistently voiceless

Expectations in her mind

Built like a sand castle

Clenching on to wishes

Afraid to speak from the light

Crushed on the inside

A revolving door

Will that change this year?

Her approach or mindset