Let Me Borrow A Glass Of Your Mom’s Wine

Let me borrow a glass of your mom’s wineI get thirsty in these evening hoursNoticing silhouettes moving in the kitchenBefore too long I might need a quick showerThis humidity is slowly trying to roast meI’m soaking wet & need fresh shirtsleevesHer beauty wouldn’t exist without God’s consentI’m merely appreciating that in which I believe

Where Is My Absurd Little Coffee This Morn

Where is my absurd little coffee this mornClaiming to be something or otherI rise slower, wiping Pixie Dust from my eyesNever forget the dreams they try to smotherMy gorgeous blonde lady sleeping peacefullyOur love burnt brightly into a passionate fireI stretch my legs & smile at a job well doneShe’ll slumber for a while, forContinue reading “Where Is My Absurd Little Coffee This Morn”

Collecting Fresh-Faced Girls With Monogrammed Asses

Collecting fresh faced girls with monogrammed assesSpending the morning listening to the BluesAn old soul within that youthful mindframeToe tapping, blackout shades & misleading tattoosI begin to think I’m the one luredBut all we have between us is coffee stained mug ringsEmbrace the possibilities of the momentJoin in the beauty of desperate sorrow of BBContinue reading “Collecting Fresh-Faced Girls With Monogrammed Asses”

Gimme A Minute Till I Look Pretty

Gimme a minute till I look prettyI don’t want to go out there without my cologneI can’t deal with the sketchy peopleYou know, they’ve hidden away all the pay phonesI don’t trust the Gov’t hiding behind rain coatsThe shadows are weary with their demodulationOpen your windows to the rain – expect justiceI shall bare myContinue reading “Gimme A Minute Till I Look Pretty”

I’d Trade All Those Gold Doubloons

I’d trade all those gold doubloonsFor another morning with youTasting your sweet nectarInspiring the day to be fresh & newI don’t want fame nor gloryI just want to be naked under the coversSatisfying & emotionally preparing youSending you out into the world; a happy lover

Aroused By The Typewriter’s Bell

Aroused by the typewriter’s bellI’m salivating like Pavlov’s dogImagining caffeinated morningsWalking the Sunset within the fogThough those were forgotten emotionsI’m not able to repeat that formSo I do my best to feel the originalSometimes I’m hard to notice before the storm

Green Mermaid Lady

Green mermaid ladyI’m still in love with youAlways been good to meMy affections are overdueDimly lit stages for hireWriting out these feelingsJittered & confused tonightStaggered & now kneelingInspiration to keep on goingConfidence in my finer wordsBlocked out memories pastForgetting what was heardKnow where you want to beSo I’ve come back to youCapitalism be damned!Pour meContinue reading “Green Mermaid Lady”

Dancing Socialites & Reformed Ladies

  Dancing socialites & reformed ladies Choices of the malevolently absurd Not really what you figured to be Those weren’t the chances you heard Life tries to knock us all off The rugged seem tenacious & alive Tapping toes with your perfect partner Where do we step when we want to survive

Calico Woman Came Calling To Me

  Calico woman came calling to me Hushed words within a poised stance Lingering, but pale stars falling Returned with dislocated underpants Thinning with ulterior motives Never forgot her hocus-pocus An underlying pain feeding through Life left when love slips from focus

Tonight We’re Going To Step On Out

    Tonight we’re going to step on out Letting the cool breeze touch our souls Watching the darkness quietly creep in Holding hands as we take gentle pulls The whiskey settles into a familiar burn Nothing remaining but what we are Excluding the day’s negative traits Naturally only wearing the glow from the starsContinue reading “Tonight We’re Going To Step On Out”

Tracing These Feelings Back

Tracing these feelings backWondering where you began to careWhy did you lose your resolve& fall in love in the summer’s glareA palm grove as a backdropKissing quietly behind the reedsFeeling more than you had expectedUnsure of the coming needsLayers of sand now everywhereBreeze feeling cool upon your bare hipsHopeful surprises found refreshingNothing less than passionContinue reading “Tracing These Feelings Back”

Another Day Of Cold Coffee & Inspirational Songs

Another day of cold coffee & inspirational songs I’m trying to survive with all my might I’m not looking to be acceptable Merely wishing to cherish what’s in my sight Ink smudges quietly upon my palms Unsure of my words, failing with adequate prose Years fall into decades, but still I’m flailing; conjuring an incompleteContinue reading “Another Day Of Cold Coffee & Inspirational Songs”

The Carcasses Of Inspiration

  The carcasses of inspiration Wine glasses with Burgundy residue Speaking to late nights & early mornings Scribbles in the margin on the follow through Feeling parched as I wake Noticing your lipstick stains Upon the rim of the glass Reminding me of the dreams that remain Bleary eyed, drinking the coffee grounds Searching forContinue reading “The Carcasses Of Inspiration”

I’ll Send You Love Notes

 I’ll send you love notes throughout the day Explaining how much you mean to me Instructions for the coming nightfall Details & negotiations for once you’re free We need to get rid of all the day’s stress Let us forget about tomorrow’s obligations I’ll start by removing my clothes first It’ll be a beginningContinue reading “I’ll Send You Love Notes”

Summer Girls/Winter Women

Summer girls/winter womenRefreshing my sullen mindTaste of joyous inspirationLove heightened upon rewindBasking in the light of sunshineEnergized by glorious visionsThe heat dwells deep withinPassion rising in absolute precision Image by mskathrynne from Pixabay 

Dodging Trains With The Lost Boys

Dodging trains with the Lost BoysFeeling free in the midnight hourNothing can keep us on the groundLaughing in faces of those who wish us dourFreedom begins with your own soulNo matter the toilsome tasks or nautical milesI’ll smirk & continue to playFor there’s a revolution within my smile   Image by Engin Akyurt from Pixabay

Good Morning, Beautiful

Good morning, Beautiful I’ve brought some coffee to share Bathe me in your deep caresses Make me abandon my laissez faire Intentions have never been pure I exist in complicated ways I believe in healthy love & lust & setting fire to our communiques

The Indoctrination Is Complete

  The indoctrination is completeThey molded you just rightRemoving the will to struggleStripping you of the desire to fightYou work for them these daysA concise, common goalGone are the thoughts of freedomAn iron fist smashing your soulNo longer an individualLost all your character traitsYou belong to the system nowLet your bones fill with hate

I Can Use All The Proper Words

I can use all the proper words When needed, I can even be discrete Whispering the sauciest story you ever heard My dear, because of you, I am complete I tend to be modest, but our love is real By your coy smile, I know I’m on the right track Your fingers trace & slowlyContinue reading “I Can Use All The Proper Words”

It’s Not Too Much

It’s not too much to ask forCold chilling to our bonesWhen we’re together forevermore Wrap yourself tightly, I imploreThrough love, we must atoneIt’s not too much to ask for Briskness recalls days of yoreNostalgia to which we’re proneWhen we’re together forevermore Battered ships upon the same shoreKnowing we’re never aloneIt’s not too much to askContinue reading “It’s Not Too Much”

How To Create An Individuality

How to create an individualityYet, contribute to society as a wholeWithout falling to the socialist ideal& abandoning your capitalistic soulI believe in the American experimentA dream that is & could be greatIn fact, I’ve sworn to defend it foreverDuty, honor & a complicated fate

Hanging Out At A Locals Joint

Hanging out a local’s jointHomegrown & authentically bonafideThe rupture of a coming SummerBasking in the heights of a rising tideThe heartbreak of loving a society girlThough it’s worse when you realizeThat lovely creature never lied Image by Harmony Lawrence from Pixabay

Leaning Against The Doorframe

Leaning against the doorframeDraped in my best dress shirtI see you’re in for fun & gamesAlready cleaned of the day’s dirtYou tease me with a winkFor your essence, I’m a gluttonEvery moment my willpower shrinksAs I watch you finger the last button     Image by Engin Akyurt from Pixabay

Hanging With Crazy Creative Types

    Hanging with crazy, creative typesThey spin your mind in awkward waysMelding simple ideas into revolutionsExpanding out into our civilian daysThey’re different by their very natureNever able to hide within societyChanging the world with each thoughtTheir beauty laced with inherent piety