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

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

Excuse Me, Miss

Excuse me, Miss I need help between the books You look down your glasses at me Don’t worry about their errant looks You’re dressed mighty nice I think it’s by the back shelves It seems I’ve gotten us lost Oh my, I think we’re by ourselves I pull you in close A hand sneaks underContinue reading “Excuse Me, Miss”

Ducking My Head Between The Pages

Ducking my head between the pagesThis mounting pile – high on my deskPicture postcard from the far goneLost her to traveling’ roadside burlesque Hiding my mind between the sheetsBut my coffee had long grown coldWritings spilled slightly on the saucerLoneliness steeped until its forever bold

Wandering In The Forest

Wandering in the forest without a notionWith my lovely bride by my sideLooking up at the wonders of natureBetween the trees there’s no room to hide Finding seasons we don’t know at homeRain, snow & all other forms of emotionTransparent dreams offer no resistanceTreasures washed away by the errant ocean

I’m Not A Perfect Dream


I’m not a perfect dreamBut I’m not a perfect messI’m somewhere in betweenBut I’m probably a little lessI’m out here trying my bestUsually in darkness before the dayI find at times I just need a hug& for her to tell me I’ll be okay

Trading Euphemisms In The Dark

Trading euphemisms in the darkBlankets piled high on the bedFinding warmth between ourselvesLove inhabits where fear can’t treadSheets getting tangled in our bodiesChorus of breathing getting thickCherishing & celebrating each momentGrateful she still let’s me dip my wick

I Still See You When I Sleep

I still see you when I sleep Heroine of my iridescent dreams Basking in the rays of moonlight Proving love exists between the seams Marching forward into my mind Catching lightning in a crystal ball I am consumed by your beauty Together we tumble, one for all

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”

My Whole Life On Scraps Of Paper

My whole life on scraps of paperMy soul jotted down on the pagePlot lines between scribblesCharacter development as we ageEverything that I am, right herePushing to further keep my mind trainedMy heart’s secret smudgedWithin these lines my identity is contained

Most Guys

Most guys Will tell as many lies As it takes to get between your thighs But that’s not my goal I’m just trying to find something to fill this hole That has been left in my soul *this is one of the first poems I can remember writing. I believe it goes back to ’94Continue reading “Most Guys”