She Wore A Smart Suit

She wore a smart suitSetting her apart from the restShe was a fine specimenAltered from her years out West The tailor created perfectionIt loved her feminine curveThe details you won’t missFeeling beauty in your structured nerves Those blonde curls, nice & tightNoticing underthings peeking throughRegaining my composure in timeDon’t want my excitement to be misconstruedContinue reading “She Wore A Smart Suit”

Chloe Thurlow

  “Eating the peach is a meditation. Your mind empties of all the must dos and should have dones. You are pure being. Your lover’s tongue is the key that turns the lock that opens the pleasure box. Life has few perfect moments; moments of cunnilingus score the highest on the sex blissometer.”― Chloe Thurlow,Continue reading “Chloe Thurlow”

Meandering Down An Etched Path

Meandering down an etched pathWith vines & foliage on all sidesThe overgrowth keeps secrets locked& provides the perfect place to hide I know where I always wish to beA forgotten realm; a place no one thinks to lookReality, hatred & cruelty forever expungedI’m safe here – alone in nature – me & a book

One Must Be A Seeker

One must be a seekerTo discover unique truth amongst the thornsHead down, hiding that grime I feel insideI’m intelligent, yet not enough to forewarn Trying to eek out a stable existenceWith all these storms heading my wayBut you have to want to be something moreNever content at the beginning of the day We’re bordering onContinue reading “One Must Be A Seeker”

Been Listening To Chet Baker All Day

    Been listening to Chet baker all day A friend said it’d make me a better person I’m closing my eyes while the sounds take over I’m imagining a lost era Every man knowing how to wear a suit Every lady in a tailored dress Mad Men fiction – but with a tangible feelContinue reading “Been Listening To Chet Baker All Day”

I Know You’re Checking Out Your Flaws

I know you’re checking out your flawsStanding at the mirror, counting imperfectionsNegative thoughts like these rather gnawSo I’m offering up thorough inspectionsIt’s best to take it slow around curvesHaste would be such an utter wasteWanting you to feel it in each of your nervesThis examination shall be conducted by touch & taste

There Are Many Fancy Writers

  There are many fancy writers Those who are great, they’ve decided Elegant illustrations & plunging necklines But hubris is often one-sided There are many arrogant writers Quick with the wit they’ve decried Moans of pain suited to their fame Loving with one eye open it’s often implied

A Fine Suited Man With Terrible Inklings

A fine suited man with terrible inklings Hands on her shoulders; easy to confide Pouring drinks & erasing her sadness Falling by the wayside with time & tide Beauty is merely a natural configuration Each button gone, an uncontrollable urge His intentions told with a silent tongue Embraced & now they lovingly merge

Strapped Into A Mourning Gown

  Strapped into a mourning gown That might survive our winter garden Rebasing all these dreams This predicament has begun to harden; I beg your pardon Slowly peeling off your layers Caught us in a lightning storm Feeling excited electricity Between our adrenalized forms Standing naked before the darkness Illuminated only by midnight flashes PerfectionContinue reading “Strapped Into A Mourning Gown”

Sailing Out On The Good Ship

Sailing out on the good shipPrevailing winds ensuring a clear pathForegoing the unexplained existenceForging headlong into nature’s wrathArctic waters surrounding our viewDiligent sailors crewing this steel boatPerpetually longing for a illusive homeBut buoyed by a dedication keeping us afloat

Looking For A Tepid Note

Looking for a tepid note Passion hinted in the scrawl Something lost that night When we last lovingly balled One eye never shuts now Always searching for you No dreams to rile or navigate I’m wandering without a clue

Two Lost Souls, Like Beachcombers

Two lost souls, like beachcombersLooking for lost things; love & suchDistant memories of happinessThe feeling of being needed; a touchNestled within a Siren’s lullabyWe never could grasp our fateShrugging off the daily strugglesOur only choice is to circumnavigate

Pouring A Tall Wine In The Fine Crystal

Pouring a tall wine in the fine crystalThe fancy stuff from our Wedding dayLeaving behind clothing as we speakYour look disregards anything I have to say My eyes are up here, my beautiful BridePlease focus on my charm & witI can tell you only desire one thingBut first lady, you’re going to have to submit

Daylight Creaking Up Over The Atlantic

Daylight creaking up over the AtlanticFirst light’s rays struggling over the seaMy bones seem to have a bit of rustBetter lubricate with some more coffee Dancing upon the shores of the St. John’sWe don’t need carpets; red or otherwiseWe only need our bare skin to touchEnding with me whispering between your thighs

Poets, Artists & Mischievous Folk

Poets, artists & mischievous folk Proclamations & unsorted semi-true theories Stories of unfounded revolutions Their propaganda always makes me a little leery Taking creativity as an undisciplined religion Allowing me to remain high on dopamine Though I’ve never been one for public consumption Hiding behind my words; staying forever unseen Image by Karolina Grabowska fromContinue reading “Poets, Artists & Mischievous Folk”

Unfolding Broken Dreams

Unfolding broken dreams The distant & diluted flow Our hopeless choices astound The truth? We still don’t know But we can never give up Clinging to the last of our visions Memories cultivated on dark nights Leaving us exposed with obvious incisions How do you translate a morning When your soul bears undiagnosed pain ScarsContinue reading “Unfolding Broken Dreams”

Touched By The Whim Of God

Touched by the whim of God Revolutions in the unlikeliest of places Tasting the perfect tilt to her hips My benign lunacy comes in traces Diluted measurements by midmorning With inconvenient virtues & unholy glee Bringing small obsessions in my mind When the local widows invite me for tea Entering only after a courteous introductionContinue reading “Touched By The Whim Of God”

With A Patriot’s Heart & A Skeptical View

With a patriot’s heart & a skeptical view A tentative belief in those on marble steps I ask to show me your heroes But knowing exterior appeasement is false Honoring the Flag doesn’t equate To praising those who run the State Knowing by virtue of appearing on a ballot They’re not worthy

Disquieted Moments In The Afternoon

Disquieted moments in the afternoonThese Springtime rays have a golden hourReflecting youth into my weary eyesThe reassuring notion of dreampower Yet gone are the mornings we woke afreshOur mortal flesh reeling down on EarthLife; the thorn in the side of this existenceInternal fire requires our souls a wider berth The slings & arrows shall neverContinue reading “Disquieted Moments In The Afternoon”

Trying To Recreate Life

Trying to recreate life In spite of these ink-stained fingers The smudges in the interior margins Forgotten, yet where light tends to linger These days aren’t so easily understood I contradict back onto myself Leaving traces in my erratic wake All I know – Love has been my only true wealth

Poseurs, Pacifists & Poets Reek

Poseurs, pacifists & poets reek Sitting high on a lifeguard shack Nighttime cloaked down upon us Words in darkness never taken back Ocean waves break the silence tonight Only our thoughts to be heard otherwise Isolation not what you thought it’d be Tearing out your incessant broken eyes Midnight sounds to be held on tightContinue reading “Poseurs, Pacifists & Poets Reek”

An Innocent Looking Soul

An innocent looking soulDraped with an ethereal gownConfident strides across the patioWith Eve’s revengeCrisp air – like the first bite of a green appleObscured; knowing her nectar to be my cure I watch her bosom swellIt’s not objectivizationFor I worship herRefreshed in wavesThis transparent Victorian hypocrisyKnowing all that ails& an unseen wound Yet morning crestsPaleContinue reading “An Innocent Looking Soul”