Lost in the silhouette of a shadow
Emerging as the heat begins to recede
We cannot know what the day holds
Only the way our imagination feeds
Getting outside while the city still sleeps
Early, but I need to get air into these lungs
Darkness illuminates my quiet solitude
Exposing the songs we need to be sung
I feel lost & ineffectual most days
But I haven’t given up living yet
Stretching this old body once more
Finding answers once I’ve sweat
That time for announcing a thankful heart Admittedly, I’m luckier than I could know I’m grateful for a cozy home to return to She’s statuesque; putting on a show
A very fine housedress with cleavage peeking I can tell they’re lonely, in need of my kisses Alas, it’s not the time for anything more She’s busy, my housewife, my missus
I take her in my arms with tenderness This wasn’t the next task she had planned But it’s rather chilly outside How else shall I warm my cold hands
Summer fades in our hearts Though it’s still warm outside We begin to look forward to Autumn & beauty that coincides The air will find a little chill & we’ll see Winter on the attack Soon, we’ll be yearning for heat Wishing for seasons to cycle back
I caught you outside in your slip
The gossamer wisps within my view
A ripe side of the ever lovely
I couldn’t help but stare at you
Running through a Summer rain
Racing to the steps of a Victorian porch
Draped in a thin dress of pale tulle
The heavy heart of a burning torch
Amid the seduction of incantations
I knew your illusions were clear
Transparent upon the fresh flesh
& I thought only my intentions were sheer
I always look where no one looks
Trying to see what no one is willing to see
Saturated; glory beyond Heaven’s bounty
I’m out here shooting for immortality
Trying to be tender
Even when you’re feeling cauterized
The day’s been hard
But you come home to her ebullient eyes
Leave your frustrations outside the door
No need to bring any of that inside
Humbled by the cost of existence
Know when to be compassionate, no tint of pride
I went for a walk in the predawn hours
I could feel something wasn’t quite right
’Twas a red sky morning/sailor take warning
Amiss; something’s gone bump in the night
There was a time I went walking in the woods
Fatigued; this existence has become too tense
It was there I encountered the damned zombies
They stole my peace along with my sensibility & sense
Now, I don’t do much walking outside of the wire
If I must, I seek protection from my Heavenly Lord
I never fail to bring along a prayer upon my lips
& in my hand the weight & might of the Wu-Tang sword
*found this graffiti in Wilhelmshaven, Germany in 2017
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 natural world’s glory
Stand proudly and let your nips feel the Spring air
Blue skies are returning We’re running headlong into Spring Shake out all these Winter cobwebs Let the sunshine wake my soul to sing
The flowers are returning to the earth Seasons change and its turning warm Let’s smile as we head outside Time to stretch out your glorious form
Your dress looks lovely upon your skin Alas, its time to remove some of these clothes Let them fall away with Wintertime sadness A blessing of rising mercury, Heaven knows
My thoughts are strikingly inappropriate I suggest we blame it on this stifling heatwave We’re in need of getting into the fresh air To be free and once again unabashedly misbehave
Life isn’t as perfect as we make it seem It gets a little messy outside our dreams But newly rise in the early morning hours Sex sweat/coffee fueled; ready for a shower Time to live – life isn’t somethin’ you can stream
The tyranny of our modern age The repulsive nature of our exploited rights Coming for us before the dawn Another stolen soul in the night
But pump the brakes there Swamp Thing Florida is basically the Outbreak Monkey We can’t be too safe these days Besides, a lot of y’all were already funky
I’ll be hunkered down, away from idiots This blanket fort is causing me to itch Stay home, so we can eventually go outside Like Carole Baskin, the Covid is a bitch
The wind howling at midnight Broken windows – open to the outside air Exposed to the communal by-passer Her soul had fallen into disrepair Fatigue & listless emotions manifesting Immune to careless compliments Time to pause & regroup her focus Happiness born from common sense