Rubbing Their Fingers Over The Stereo Knob

Rubbing their fingers over the stereo knobThe frequencies distorted on the airwavesKings of the new world & thus apocalypticSearching for something more pragmatic to crave These technocrats with no concept of realityTasking – without offering an alternate fateDemanding citizens for homages to be digitalWith no power to control – or else we attenuate Words of

The Twinkling Of Stars At Night

The twinkling of stars at nightDispatched souls with nothing to loseOur lost matchbook fantasiesDwindling into aging suburban bluesNot fond of Covid nor the Spanish FluI’d rather have some Spanish FlyMix it in my cup, “yo baby, what’s up?”I’m still that awkward ass, abnormative guyFading time to time into darknessBut I try to emerge into the

Love Letters To Myself

Love letters to myselfA hug written upon a notecardScribbles for no one elseSometimes life is just too hardTaking moment away from the herdBreak off from all that I knowLosing myself in nature’s gloryWords can slow the overflowBreathe – just letting it happenSoon, I’ll be able to take some moreReflecting my small truthsIt’s easier to recover

I Saw The Sparkle In Your Eyes

I saw the sparkle in your eyesKnowing you the way I doI hurried to put the girls in bedDesiring quality time with youLosing my shirt on my wayGrowing excited with only thoughtTonight I’m about to be your preyI’m trying to easily get caught

Remember The Old Ways

Remember the old ways Scribbling out passionate jots Secret notes to my beloved Sharing all my lucid thoughts Remember feelings of yesteryear & how we were perfectly aligned Don’t lose who we used to be Through time – love remains undefined

This Is A Game We Can’t Lose

This is a game we can’t lose & I’m very good at taking cues A reflexive wink or a low moan Demanding a perfection we hone Bliss comes in any position we choose

Ernest Hemingway

  “The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.” Ernest Hemingway, Men Without Women

My Eye Keeps Twitching

My eye keeps twitching My soul being crushed by this stress No one wants to hear my bitching Pondering how to get out of this mess I’ve got to look out for #1 Everyone else is doing the same Need to survive until the setting sun I’ve always heard I’m in a losing game