I See Your Eyes Bulging

I see your eyes bulgingSounds like you’re trying to buy a vowelDrool pooling at the corners of your mouthAll because I dropped my towel

A Dancing, Twirling Girl

A dancing, twirling girlCaught up in the bedglowFree from the concernsA proper lady to surely knowChamber chorus versus JazzShe couldn’t guess where I’d beThat’s what kept us apartImprovisational styles she couldn’t seeCocktails in the early afternoonShe liked her whiskey neatA traditional, proper beautyBut couldn’t meet when it came to the sheetsStriking poses within silhouettesAdmittedly swooning

The Poetess Vixen

The poetess vixenTrying to seduce my intellectWhispering those sweet thoughtsPaused by my pen; time to reflect But I’m not one to cave to pressureHer pretty eyes leading me to temptationI can appreciate & smile backWithout any need for erotic retaliation

Unfettered and Unlined

Unfettered and unlinedDrinking coffee deep into the nightUnfiltered; seeing life as it truly isFeeling raw, returning to my machine to write I’m pulling the strings, creating fictional talesA life breathing under these mechanical keysSlowly coming to the surfaceA birth in words, triumph in moment’s like these

I Hear The Sea Calling

I hear the sea callingI must traverse her once moreCollecting my waresLooking for the key to her door It’s never a pleasant voyageFor I know who I leave behindBut The Lord comforts me& I have memories to remind

Typing, Hacking, Thinking – Smokin’ Hot

Typing, hacking, thinking – Smokin’ hotTyping your best to empty all thought Pouring your soul into force upon the keysYour woman walks past with a dress above the knees Now you can’t think or type or stammer straightThe hell with with deadlines – this one’s gonna be late You pray to the spirits of procastrination

Feeling Life Through The Paper

Feeling life through the paperThe keys leaving marks with textureDon’t wander too longWe don’t want to leave life to their conjecture

What I Need Is A Good Ol’ Western Storm

What I need is a good ol’ western stormTo wash out my soulTo cleanse these dusty roadsThe low thunder returning me to whole

Our Old & Forgotten Worlds Reflect

Our old & forgotten worlds reflectManifest destiny lost to distant memoryTotems cast to our missing energyFleeting virtues laid upon either plea Our dissipated youth with judgement paidNever to return; so get out of your own wayBe in this moment, choose positivityPlan for the future, but be alive today

Suburban Arcades & Record Stores

Suburban arcades & record storesLove notes left jammed in the teletypeAncient technologies lost to whims of timeSacrilege of consuming before it’s ripe Littered by dreams of public-school poetsFalling to the feminine side of healingWhose obedience to authority lingersBut only the lonely are rhymin’ & stealin’ Our literary antihero catching the cliff notesA repressed childhood is

Trembling Coins In My Pocket

Trembling coins in my pocketA disconnect in time; rapidly repulseOur words twisted soon after spokenInferiority complex became our natural impulse But we knew life could be far greaterIf we could only escape our own fatesGet out of our own disturbed minds& embrace the love that patiently awaits

Casting Aspersions In The Salon

Casting aspersions in the salonIt was art deco motif & decorShe encouraged my companyBut I knew she’d eventually want more So I raise my glass for the glory of this nightI cannot be what I am not right hereLet us nurture & love the best we knowFor none can predict if the coast stays clear

Where Are The Heroes For Our Own Time

Where are the heroes for our own timeThe poets & warriors to lead the chargeI’m not the effigy of your incompetent apathyMerely the pirate of record, by & large Who will join me among these ranksTo beat back the mind-numbing attitudesTo hell with society & its reality televisionTaking my crew to more temperate latitudes

Tip Of The Cap

Tip of the capNod of the browTo make contactBut you don’t know howFalling by yourselfPanties & dimesTo savor this lifeSilently paid for our crimes

I’m Always Dressed For The Beach

I’m always dressed for the beachYou never know when you’ll feel those pullsNeeding to wash your toes in the tideTaking your soul down to walk along the shoals

Acknowledge These Peaceable Arts

Acknowledge these peaceable artsBoring affairs these days, if truth be toldThe proper staffing present & accounted forI flirt with the notion that fortune still favors the bold Reeking of this polite societyThese standard fare sisters & brothersBut I’d be out there before the mastSwilling shanties & rum; if I had my druthers

I Love What’s Feminine

I love what’s feminine for its own beautiful sake Walking out into Mother Nature & breathing in Earth I’m collecting thoughts & addicted to smiling A deliberate course to truly live ever since my birth Feeling the distinct notion of life’s pulse To emerge from here unbroken & mostly unscathed To seek out joy &

Forgotten In The Ether

Forgotten in the etherAgainst the stones on the shoreFatigue hitting hard at sunriseBefore the day might restore You cannot outlive a memoryOur fates left to a diminished chanceBound to the sea by luck or forceDrifting silently with suspicious circumstance Dog eared postcards & other totemsWords from home to quench the tideMeandering scribbles in the marginDreading

Fates & Folly Everlasting

Fates & folly everlastingWithout courage to proceedA beautiful ladyMeasuring thought & deed But she just wanted my heartNo matter the complicationsI couldn’t view the realityOf her love without reservations

IV. The Gnashing; Leaving Virulent Scars

The gnashing; leaving virulent scars
Compounding into a guilt he can’t nameRepaired bones yet a neglected soulWe’re all broken, but he knows who to blame

III. Tales Of Blood & Our Monsters Abound

Tales of blood & our monsters aboundAnother generation of wasted from the huntPredator ideology, now just a carcassTheir potential’s talent left along the waterfront

II. But He Never Learned How To Read A Book

But he never learned how to read a bookOr even the right words to steadily consume
Never expect anyone to be your saviorFor intelligence, you gotta make the room

I. Baneful Aggressiveness Out There

Baneful aggressiveness out thereUltimately cast off with the ramble of drecksLearning to be a man through the interwebMisplaced vanity ended up being your toxic flex

Pushing Away The Storms

Pushing away the storms Embracing hope of the day Devouring of beloved forms To keep our fears at bay Morning has a profound notion To remain huddled in bed Perpetual passionate motions Sustained until we’re both dead Image by Daniel Nebreda 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 dirt You tease me with a winkFor your essence, I’m a gluttonEvery moment my willpower shrinksAs I watch you finger the last button

Elegant Evenings; Long Gown Shimmering

Elegant evenings; long gown shimmeringCackling & racking back the slideUncomfortable theories in the moonlightRecasting guilt on the day Jesus died Some of us aren’t natural beautiesWe must rely on intellectual fortitudeAshamed to exist outside fantasyWishing for a more temperate latitude Sweat pooling under our winks & grinsWith anyone else, this would be a bummerBut I

Our Fragile Egos Remain Outright

Our fragile egos remain outrightYet still free – not compelled by thoseIn the trenches we find disasterInspired to richly & sullenly compose How do we heal? How do we grow?Absorbing vibrations & her headspace bluesRedefinition of cool among the vulnerableRising morale since she turned off the news Erratic dreams of dismantling loveThe early signposts to

Sometimes You Just Need An Excuse

Sometimes you just need an excuse To do something completely irrational… Small moments creating larger smiles This party is increasing – It’s going National Jerry’s singing loud, making me dance Wave that flag, wave it wide & high Light the fires, let’s make it count Happy Birthday, America! – on this 4th of July!

Stale Morning

It’s a stale morningThe humidity will come later for sureThis is not what I want from lifeWe need a cool breeze fresh & pure

Catching Her Skirt In The Wind

Catching her skirt in the windWeathering this day nonethelessHair whipping across her faceFlustered; such a beautiful mess A chilly day among the HighlandsHer tartan blowing in the breezeThe magic of something almost seenMy mind caught up in nature’s tease

A Palpable Desire

A palpable desire Feeling it from deep within Drowning my anxiety Beneath 4 olives, vermouth & gin Supposed to be a functioning adult But I say bollocks to all that noise It wasn’t all that long ago, still Running the streets with the boys Though I dress better now The soul leaking through the cracks

Perhaps I’m A Bit More Prudish

Perhaps I’m a bit more prudishThan I ever expected myself to beShying away from their exhibitionsFolding my soul back into propriety Maybe I’m not as cool as you thoughtI’m more of a meandering old fellowWriting out lines of cautious fantasyWhereas reality reveals itself to be rather mellow

Stand Down, Sailors

Stand down, Sailors We don’t want you to infect The others with freedom Or anything we can’t inject Your attitudes are contagious They’d ruin our plans here To keep the crew pensive & living in complete fear We have them programmed There’ll be no resistance Time to lay down your coins Your souls at our

A Creative Declaration Of Independence

  A creative declaration of independence We broadcast we won’t go quietly without a fight Announcing to this fractured society That, together, we’ll destroy all that isn’t right The artists & dreamers of the world annex the ether We claim control of the world’s grasp of our dreams Through love & imagination, we’ll find a

Even If You Have Failed

  Even if you have failedThis life isn’t a total lossYou can always get get back upWhen you’re living under the cross

Cantankered Nights

Cantankered nights Relying on pure belief Summer nights are cold First dawn a welcomed relief

Emerging From The Night Of Lost Souls

  Emerging from the night of lost souls A rough morning with make-up in your eyes Playing with fire when you dressed like Hell You believed the Devil when he whispered his lies Another exhilarating night of sin extinguished But your heart now belongs to the man of flames You don’t remember how your dress

While We Were Off Sleeping

  While we were off sleeping The rains whipped themselves up in a squall The flowers rose from their dormant stature We were left to discover what never was at all Stripped away our delinquent delusions Forced to find the truth of this precipitation Life is a fragile balance of our dreams Love draws us

My Love Resembles

My love resembles A smattering of prose Lady, I beg you Won’t you touch those toes? I’ll create any dream you like Stories, poems or tales Infatuation lingering now Smitten with all you avail I wish for your subtle tease But I can’t handle your stare I’ll write anything you please Though I fear you’re

Stone Cold Stereotypes

Stone cold stereotypesWe’re lost in the voidSudden depression creepsOn edge; constantly annoyed Deep breaths to calmWe’re all out of controlTransparent in our painA generation of lost souls

Counting Out The Steps

Counting out the steps Crawling on all fours One, two three, one two, three You deny the circus, but they’re really yours Giving her another twirl We’re standing naked & stark You speak your pretentious slang Only exposed in the dark I’m here with your midnight medicine My beautiful babe, bottoms up! But I remain

You Speak Of The Boatman

You speak of the boatmanBut you’ve never been downTo where the river meets the sea We seek out a forgotten sparkBut you never cared for othersThe blinding discord of tranquility

As The World Continues To Burn

As the world continues to burnThere’s a lot we’re going to missEven still, thou shall support the arts& grant thy poet a kiss

This Is It; This Is Real Life

This is it; this is real life There’s never going to be more Unless you ascend into Heaven Knockin’ on the Lord’s pearly door This is the time to be compassionate Now is when you’re supposed to be alive Nothing else worth waiting to begin Through love is the only way to truly thrive

We’re Doing Our Best

  We’re doing our best Within the grime of the trenches Unfathomable hours away Never enough; turn those wrenches What about those left at home Toiling away within lonely hours Waiting at the foot of the bed Their hearts slowly turing dour But we’ll find a way Surely an answer will come soon Then we’ll

Girls With Their Knee-Highs

  Girls with their knee-highs Haute Couture, exposed at the side But don’t believe everything you see Smashed & forgotten; a murdered bride Money left on the nightstand A life shouldn’t be thrown away for such Summer comes to erase memories But down here, it doesn’t take much She was already cast out, with her

Where Are Our Notions Of Excellence

Where are our notions of excellence Who was it who decided upon the benchmark I’m not concerned with the notches in your belt Nor the inferiority you felt after dark We need to find a solution within this realm To expel those who feed off society’s blues To exterminate the politicians & profiteers Our war,

Catcalls At Dawn

Catcalls at dawn It’s too early for this I haven’t had my coffee Please settle down there, Miss I need a moment For I enjoy this attention Such important thoughts Are beyond my comprehension

Life Isn’t So Perfect

Life isn’t so perfect We’ll all get bumps & bruises Nightmares will find a way But the path is the one she chooses Victims are merely lame footnotes She’s the heroine of her own script Casting off their burdens/ flipping the bird “Fuck off, society” she blatantly quipped Image by engin akyurt from Pixabay

I’m Rockin’ This Dad Bod

I’m rockin’ this dad bod & making it look good Unapologetically localized Home in Suburban neighborhoods I’m not trying to distract Any of the ladies living nearby I’m just trying to live my life I’m just your normal, boring guy I’m prematurely grumpy A hermit; writing down in the dungeon Devastatingly handsome, locked away Keep

No Visible Injuries

No visible injuries Never fixed by a Rx pad You’ll pat me gently “Oh, it’s not that bad” You’ll shove me back & I’ll maintain & pretend I’ll smile & laugh Even when I need a friend We’ll always ignore The darkness that looms You’ll never care As long as I resume

The Sea Villanelle

  A love that’s only known to me Weigh anchor – Sail with the tide When I’m off exploring the sea A lass that’s sassy & steadily free Couldn’t forget her, Lord knows I tried A love that’s only known to me When the winds cry like a Banshee The ocean will be my endless

Dancin’ On The Dew Drops

Dancin’ on the dew drops Behind the magic of the unseen Lettin’ the sun shine through Another morning light & serene Duck & dive past negativity Run free; barefoot on the grass Soak up all of nature’s joy I’m gonna go pinch my woman on the ass Image by Olichel Adamovich from Pixabay

I Have Stacks Of Unused Paper

I have stacks of unused paper Like the untouched dreams in my head We all have the forks in our roads But often take the easier path instead So many distractions in my way To give in to them would leave me mundane I don’t wish to live an ordinary existence I’d much rather push

Red Lipstick & A Tight Ponytail

  Red lipstick & a tight ponytail The pretty piano player; a punk rockette The domestic goddess with a need to be clean Living on the edge of the cosmopolitain set Hoarding her guilty pleasures fiercely The moral ambiguity is a stubborn crutch Ignoring nature’s perfectly placed laws But she’ll only accept the light’s soft

Roses Are Red

  Roses are red Violets are blue I’m in love & I’ve got a sweet ass too!     Image by falco from Pixabay

Hot.

Hot. That’s all I can think about you But I’ll restrain myself Such notions simply won’t do Lovely, gorgeous or beautiful I choose to roll off my tongue You deserve to be treated better Your praises shall be sung

Don’t Be Afraid

Don’t be afraid to get dirty A little sweat will be good for you Emerging out into the world again Shining bright like only you can do Don’t be afraid to be crazy Some of us might already be They’ll try to control you When you were always meant to be free

I Often Catch Myself

    I often catch myself Glancing up at your windowpane Occasionally seeing a silhouette Memories of youth still remain   Possibly spying a lacy chemise But now you’re wearing the curtains Or maybe there was nothing on But I couldn’t know for certain   The morning light not quite seen I might feel like

Not On The Cool Kids’ Team

Not on the cool kids’ team Can’t fit in it seems Not up to standards they set Won’t ever – is a good bet For I’ve never been one to blend Known to be an unmovable friend It is what it is & nothing more Little worth becoming their whore

Endless Hours

  Endless hours of love on café sidewalks The world was beautiful & we were free We were together; we were holding hands & we were as happy as we could be But then we were separated & deprived The days are not so lovely & bright I shall never let them get the better

By Day, You’re Out Fighting Wars

By day, you’re out fighting warsWherever politicians decide you need to roamDiplomacy by air, land & sea& the lucky ones get to return home But your training doesn’t include thisUnsure how exactly to be a regular guyBabies & tiaras & unicorns bebopping aroundHow to explain a child’s smile can make you cry   Image by

These Broken & Delayed Dreams

These broken & delayed dreamsElectric toothbrushes that constantly humA pocketful of change& girls with eyes so pretty it makes me dumb I’m not one to make a great sceneYet I’m your average middle-aged guyNot counted among the mundaneI couldn’t be normal, even if I tried So we’re all stuck in this spinning limboA world with

Restless Strokes Of The Brush

Restless strokes of the brushThe telltale image of our love combinedClosing our eyes to life’s explanationsMarching to the sunrise; no longer confined

I’m No One Of Any Consequence

I’m no one of any consequence Slowly mixing words; never said I was the best Repenting from the human I used to be Contorting language at my behest

I’m Sitting Here Morose

I’m sitting here moroseReading pages & thumbing my noseBored by the status quoBreaking off from the path we choseI’m searching for a worthy womanTo take by the waist & forever danceWho desires to explore love& live by the seat of her underpants Image by Amanda Zhang from Pixabay 

I Can’t Explain

I can’t explainI don’t have the frightful wordsJust know I can still feelYet my notions contain the absurd These nuisance actors lingerYouthful mistakes I always regretThe musty smell of a cracked spineOdes & reams I can never forget

Once Upon A Suburban Street

Once upon a suburban streetWhere we lived, loved & laughedSummer comes early in JaxSo, this house no longer has a draft Warmth lets me resume my natural beingYet windows aren’t doors; they’re see-throughI strut along, giving my neighborsA bit more than a casual view

Celestial Bodies Writhe

Celestial bodies writhe She may not be an answer But perhaps she’s the key At the end of the Earth You’ll find no more ground Dust falling off the coast Sail around for awhile Nurture love & freedom Return to find me here Within her, I find truth A value to be upheld Know the

Picturesque; Popular Version Of Perfection

Picturesque; popular version of perfectionFlawlessly designed for an afternoon trystBut there’s something broken in her smileIt appears her panties are in a twist Few could have complaints on her formWith that yoga toned & sculpted derrièreFeeding on kale & interweb attentionBut her soul smelled more like dairy air

VI. But The Machine Will Keep On Rolling

But the machine will keep on rolling Until we end the tolerance of systematic lies This is the only chance we have here Life is not lived if it ends in a tempered sigh

V. I’m Trying To Live Free & Clear

I’m trying to live free & clear While you sit around watching C-Span Glorifying the criminals on the Hill I refuse, I say no, I say, “Damn The Man!”

IV. It’s Always Been In My Nature To Resist

It’s always been my nature to resistNot sputtering words as an endless tropeNever trusting anything popular nor coolThe outcasts & rejects are who give me hope

III. Even The Poor

Even the poor can spirit an uprising
Don’t speak to me of your pragmatic lever
I’m not going to buy into your propaganda
Never a card-carrying member, nor true believer

II. Won’t sit idle

Won’t sit idle, watching from the sidelinesLetting the Man throw away the key
Remaining passive in the ShadowsAll because I have the improper pedigree

I. There’s No Need To Get Bogged Down

There’s no need to get bogged downBy the regime or other Negative NancyOur world is tough enough these daysOur lives aren’t here to stroke some evil fancy

I Was Planning On Being A Gentleman

  I was planning on being a gentleman But then she kicked off her heels The rest of the night was an orgasmic blur I went and caught a bad case of the feels   Image by simonlees from Pixabay

The Government Wants To Lock Me Up

The government wants to lock me up For I don’t fit into their diabolic plan Turning society into robotic morons I just can’t continue to work for The Man Trying to sell us artificial stimulants Fickle airwaves that their bully pulpit bought Falsified histories & professional victims The system wipes us away without any thought

Vibrations Coursing Through Your Corset

Vibrations coursing through your corsetAm I still making you nervous, my dearDoes your heart beat louder in that chestWhenever I come near Walk slowly across the room to meLet me watch your beauty in motionThe deliberate steps in those heelsYour passion overtaking the ocean Admiring the view of your new tightsYou spoil me something mighty,

The Man Has You Grinding Away

      The man has you grinding awayThe organ makes the monkey danceYou’re looking for the Promised LandBut you never really had the chance You’re writing your soul on the pageFriends support & love all they heardBut the critics cry foul & laugh bitterlyYou’re only as good as your last word

Sitting In Front Of The Vanity

Sitting in front of the vanityDeciphering all your beauty marksYou see lines, wrinkles & blemishesI see my very own Domestic Monarch You’ll never see what my soul knowsBut, I know how lucky I am to have this viewI’ll spend my days discovering new ways to cherishI’m grateful you allow me to share eternity with you

There’s So Much Talk Of Being Wild

There’s so much talk of being wild Like there’s a constant harness holding us back But its just an illusion for others to see You’re choosing to embrace all that you lack These false pretenses are keeping you low Images of a manicured life on your social media feed Spending your days adjusting other’s perceptions

Wash Away My Sins

  Wash away my sins Lightning striking us twice Coming summer rain (soft & light) That lovely woman – cold as ice Yet I head for her still Not one to be dissuaded She’ll warm to my charms When I leave her hair unbraided      

Crawling Away From Sudden Shores

Crawling away from sudden shores Locked away in anterior rooms Sunlit beauties try to remain pale Complexities of intimate bedgloom Modern mermaids express themselves Repelled by their former clamshell Their silence betrayed the insane Meeting up again behind the bandshell Eastbound Portola around the curve Writing hard to retain your shape Lost in the Inner

Her Scent

  My sweatshirt still lingers with her scentPondering what all the flirting meantRemembering the clouds glowing from the lightsSitting on the hood, enjoying her company that nightI can still see her –  with her long blonde hairShe looked so beautiful standing out there

Ocean Force Winds

Crisp ocean force winds Gentle fresh citrus scent Lost upon the eternal sea Forgot where beauty went A treatise of delicate love Evidence of a ghost Smile your sweet smile I’ve left for the coast Sound of muted voices She’s a little too cute Allowing no more secrets Down through my roots

Come On Up For A Cup Of Coffee

Come on up for a cup of coffee I hope you’ve brought your cheery attitude My place will be easily discovered The one with the gentleman toasting you in the nude

I Won’t Judge You

I won’t judge you for your past I don’t care how your body looks Inward – we all contain equal souls We can all absorb the beauty of books Go read! Fitzgerald, Kerouac, Twain Emerson, Rand, Tolstoy, Hemingway Thoreau, Dostoyevsky, Neruda, Yeats Great words are forever here to stay It is solely up to you To

Tisk Tisk, Mr. Smith

Tisk tisk, Mr. Smith She slapped her hand with the pointer Looking up, I see she’s stern I stand, wishing to anoint her I am commanded to about face I’ve committed an infraction Taking stock of my flesh She swoons in satisfaction But I’m returned to my kitchen Now pouring a cup of Lady Grey

Ignore My Fantastic Ideas

Ignore my fantastic ideas For they come out in reams Please close your eyes Lest you believe in dreams

My Love Is Uncompromising

  My love is uncompromising I want you & only you For the rest of my life Making our dreams come true   Image by Andry Richardson from Pixabay

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 misconstrued

Someone Like Me

You’ve never met someone like me I’m a mess of contradictions The humblest pirate you ever saw Somewhere between my prose & fiction

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 on

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 feel

The Slightest Thought Of You

The slightest thought of youMakes me squirm in my seatPassion boiling until its trueCreation ignites under sheets

Watching The Horizon

Watching the horizonDriving on Beach BlvdWhen you’re down hereLife isn’t nearly as hardA steaming cup of coffeeAs the sunrise growsToday will be greatBut who really knows

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 Perfection

There’s A Difference

  There’s a difference In what we’ve seen You’ve sat idly I’ve been in the machine The belly & the bowels Breathing fire & steam I’ve stood the watch While you’ve had pleasant dreams

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 from

Which Distance

Which distanceOur beliefs correspondingWhat strainOur thoughts abscondingTaking the time to reason,Ponder & contemplateOur combined futureViewed as a delicious fate

Bluer Than Words Allow

  Bluer than words allow God’s great oceans set free Not to be contained You cannot own the sea Technological advances Now seem so moot Driftwood without direction A sailor has no roots

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 Scars

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 introduction

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 never

Great American Notebook

Great American notebookTime to add our verseOr merely help to tread waterWhile we all surviveRinging the ship’s bellPutting on warm tunesHoning the proper wordsTo elevate our voice

Hiding Discarded Notes In A Shoebox

Hiding discarded notes in a shoeboxA back-catalog of creativity to mendOffering our souls to be consumed& an apology if we might offend

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 tight

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 crestsPale

She Was Enraged

She was enraged But it was merely an aesthetic Undiagnosed shakedown calamity Her stare leaving me cold & pathetic She asked me why I was a Pisces I told her I used to drink like a fish Though attempts at humor fell flat I was awkward; she was such a dish I’m not as spectacular

Trying Out Stories In The Morning

  Trying out stories in the morningTyping away on this ol’ machineThinking of something differentA genius the world’s never seenBut I can’t think of anything greatI guess I’ll get more coffee insteadI hear a whistle from my ladyI guess my love needs me back in bed

Another Rainy Afternoon

Another rainy afternoonI’m just your normal kinda dudeYet, I’m feelin’ rather confinedFor, it’s too cold to do my chores                                  in the nude But I’ll persevere anywaySometimes dedication is all we can holdA robust attitude to lead usLife is more

The Coffee Brews Early Today

The coffee brews early todayGotta get up before the sunA race to find my soul’s wayFresh air fueling this next run

You Think You Need

  You think you need Everything polished and packaged Nary a wisp nor a stray note to linger Jealousy breeds contempt Searching for digital praise But perfection is a myth A trick played upon us by lesser Devils

Hanging With Beach Bums & Bashful Babes

Hanging with beach bums & bashful babesSwimming in the surf on late Spring daysColorful flavors poured gently over iceSkin glowing after hours in the pleasant rays I thought I saw a Sea Hag along the sandThough she revealed herself to be a SirenCoaxing & teasing me with her demure allureWhispering that I might be a

A Wink from Her To Get My Heart A-Revving

  A wink from her to get my heart a-revving Her pink negligee hanging below her knee Soft skin turns into hardened intentions The promise of a night of debauchery A bouquet not desired, but a single bloom Visions of adulation thoroughly taut I’m rigidly attuned with her frequency A fine suited man removing a

I Wish I Could Paint

I wish I could paintPlacing my mind on displayI wish I could drawExpressing myself in another wayInstead, I’ll hammer these wordsSifting them throughEvery one; my soulAn extra note written to you

I Don’t Have An Accent

I don’t have an accentI don’t have millions in the bankYet, you find my words delightfulI’m flattered & furiously thank

Longboarding In A Sundress

Longboarding in a sundress Unusual, yes, but don’t complain She’s free within her soul A spiritual moment in the rain Do not hinder Those who are not afraid Let them live as they please For you motivate when you forbade

You Call It A Trick

You call it a trickI think it’s your treatA tingle of the soulWhen we fortuitously meet

I’m Trying To Find The Rhythm To Life

  I’m trying to find the rhythm to life The way for our souls to feel fresh & free Purging the endless stress & strife Standing open in the sunshine, just you & me I’m trying to find more substance in life While being cleansed by the Lord’s cool sea Forever embracing my beloved, beautiful

Riding The Sunshine Down South

Riding the sunshine down SouthMaybe the Winter sun will never touch usStretching out within this SpringtimeStripping off all my clothes without a fuss Thinking there won’t be any extra timeRight now is all we’ve gotWalk out past the sand& understand how lucky it is to be hot Perhaps we’ll see tomorrowBut we’ll never truly knowI’ll

A Woman Not Marked

A woman not marked, boiled in thought Slowly escaping melancholy with each sip Sitting, staring out her kitchen window Contentious dreams emitted from parted lips Coffee can stimulate a bored mind The house to be prepared for a festive banquet A morose morning, lingering in the cool air Providing a bounty for the Heavenly set

☘️Thirsty☘️

  This makes me so thirsty! I hope y’all are having a wonderful St. Patrick’s Day!

Dimples; The Marks Of The Fairies

    Dimples; the marks of the fairies Their love touched upon the very faces Chosen to endure above the others Dimmed, but remaining vague traces Magic’s residue upon your life Nature knowing what is true Selected to be special Out of all the woods, they settled upon you

I’m Just Trying To Live My Life

  I’m just trying to live my life Extending some gratitude along the way Showing the people how I can love For we never know when it’ll be our last day I don’t always wake up with a smile But it’s always easier if I somehow do Grabbing black coffee & my woman’s ass Together

She’s Shakin’ Those Hips

She’s shakin’ those hips Drivin’ me wild with thirst If I try to tag along My mind’ll surly burst Please loosen my tie Could I have a slug of wine If I close my eyes Could she ever be mine It’s a delicate inferno Blazin’ through the night I find myself dry Only she’s in

What Do I Do With My Words

What do I do with my words How do I contain when they start to leak Like the Little Dutch Boy Who’s listening when I start to speak But I can’t worry about the audience I’ve got to keep playing my own tune The steady groover with the proper notes When it comes to our

Smelling Coffee Long Before

  Smelling coffee long before These tired eyes were ever meant to open Dreading wakin’ and meetin’ people No time like now, so here’s to hopin’ The day started & it’s past time to rise One foot out & eventually the other leg I’m going to need more of this magic juice I feel society

Overcast Navy Sailing Away

Overcast Navy sailing away Pull up your trousers (black silk) Your stay here has been cut short Prominent sundresses & of that ilk Humid weather slowing me down Manicured hands releasing winds to blow Settle into your newly structured mind We never asked you to row so slow Not listening to rumors on the deckplates

Maybe The Morning

Maybe the morning Doesn’t; it just doesn’t have to be You rise a little softer on that day Emerging from a cocoon for me to see Winter blankets fall away like nebulae Taller than is expected from a Belle Not so confident at first light The arching sun; the pillory of hell Stretching in my

The Warmth Of The First Coast Has Returned

The warmth of the First Coast has returned But the ocean haze is beating out the sunshine Sitting on the boardwalk, cold drink in my hand My love reading me the pages of ‘Dandelion Wine’ Summer hasn’t arrived with its full force In the breeze, the air cool, yet warm for March Sideways glances, thinking

There’s Something To Be Said For Going Outside

There’s something to be said for going outside Wallowing in the dirt, smearing it on your skin Returning your soul to the Earth, to be truly free There’s only one life; you’ve got to get it in Remove society’s reign over your instincts Dance unhindered; strip & frolic completely bare Be at peace with the

Knowing There’s Life Out There

  Knowing there’s life out there Between the barren branches Tying your coat a little tighter To fend off the avalanches Winter will try to kill you You must fight to see the Spring Warm each other under sheets Flip over & let me do my thing

The Molten Life-Sustaining Elixir

The molten life-sustaining elixir Down the gullet another cup is poured Pitch black; the only way to drink An awakening that just won’t be ignored Stretching my arms into the morning Reaching to take the sun in my embrace Another sip; life will be mine Success is surviving; sunshine on your face

Wilting Roses By The Fireside

  Wilting roses by the fireside Coffee warming bones chilled from the boat Drifting thoughts to stagnant memories Thawing words from poems you never wrote

Our Private Thoughts Remain Unimpeded

Our private thoughts remain unimpededKeeping the ghost light on those theater stepsDaily life can become a sullen drudgeryYet still remembering when my heart last leapt

The Glories Of An Impractical Woman

The glories of an impractical womanNaked branches casting shadows on my doorFinding life blossoms with the in-betweenKnowing coming days will provide for more

Dreary Days Upon The Quiet Streets

Dreary days upon the quiet streetsOur dreams rising in the partial mistAbsorbing unfiltered words & sentimentThose passionate hours forever kissed