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 procastrinationContinue reading “Typing, Hacking, Thinking – Smokin’ Hot”

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 isContinue reading “Suburban Arcades & Record Stores”

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

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 &Continue reading “I Love What’s Feminine”

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 marginDreadingContinue reading “Forgotten In The Ether”

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 IContinue reading “Elegant Evenings; Long Gown Shimmering”

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 toContinue reading “Our Fragile Egos Remain Outright”

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!

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 cracksContinue reading “A Palpable Desire”

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 ourContinue reading “Stand Down, Sailors”

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 aContinue reading “A Creative Declaration Of Independence”

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 dressContinue reading “Emerging From The Night Of Lost Souls”

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 usContinue reading “While We Were Off Sleeping”

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’reContinue reading “My Love Resembles”

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 remainContinue reading “Counting Out The Steps”

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’llContinue reading “We’re Doing Our Best”

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 herContinue reading “Girls With Their Knee-Highs”

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,Continue reading “Where Are Our Notions Of Excellence”

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 KeepContinue reading “I’m Rockin’ This Dad Bod”

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 endlessContinue reading “The Sea Villanelle”

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 pushContinue reading “I Have Stacks Of Unused Paper”

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 softContinue reading “Red Lipstick & A Tight Ponytail”

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 likeContinue reading “I Often Catch Myself”

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 byContinue reading “By Day, You’re Out Fighting Wars”

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 withContinue reading “These Broken & Delayed Dreams”

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 theContinue reading “Celestial Bodies Writhe”

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

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 thoughtContinue reading “The Government Wants To Lock Me Up”

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,Continue reading “Vibrations Coursing Through Your Corset”

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 perceptionsContinue reading “There’s So Much Talk Of Being Wild”

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 InnerContinue reading “Crawling Away From Sudden Shores”

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

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 ToContinue reading “I Won’t Judge You”

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 GreyContinue reading “Tisk Tisk, Mr. Smith”

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”

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”

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 spectacularContinue reading “She Was Enraged”

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 moreContinue reading “Another Rainy Afternoon”

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 aContinue reading “Hanging With Beach Bums & Bashful Babes”

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 aContinue reading “A Wink from Her To Get My Heart A-Revving”

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, beautifulContinue reading “I’m Trying To Find The Rhythm To Life”

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

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 TogetherContinue reading “I’m Just Trying To Live My Life”

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 inContinue reading “She’s Shakin’ Those Hips”

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 ourContinue reading “What Do I Do With My Words”

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 societyContinue reading “Smelling Coffee Long Before”

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 deckplatesContinue reading “Overcast Navy Sailing Away”

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 myContinue reading “Maybe The Morning”

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, thinkingContinue reading “The Warmth Of The First Coast Has Returned”

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 theContinue reading “There’s Something To Be Said For Going Outside”

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

The Eccentricities Of Life

The eccentricities of life result in a varied solutionNotes & experience written into the far marginSurrealist details woven into mundane worldsA quiet cocktail of banned books & Bombay gin

I Think You Have The Wrong Notion Of Me

I think you have the wrong notion of me I could be wrong, but it’s what I believe I’m neither the saint nor the villain In which your notions are trying to achieve I’m not nearly as arrogant as I portray That’s merely the manifestation of a fictional role I know confidence is sexy &Continue reading “I Think You Have The Wrong Notion Of Me”

Now That I’m Old…

Now that I’m old, there’s no chance to be cool I’m that creepy lurker passing the delicates isle Finding myself lost in nebulous thought Youth dropping their eyes while I try to smile You can’t be friendly when you’re a certain age Somewhere along the line, I missed my cue Oblivious to the graffiti onContinue reading “Now That I’m Old…”