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

Wading Through Seawater In Your Dress

Wading through seawater in your dressClinging to your delicious curvesExposing the universe to meStanding at attention; all my nerves You’re the anomaly of this worldVirtue & flexibility of our seamsWrap your legs around my mindAllow me the most sensuous dreams Never to rejoin this delinquent societyLet me lead you with hands on your hipsTo paradise

Blue Skies Are Returning

Blue skies are returningWe’re running headlong into SpringShake out all these Winter cobwebsLet the sunshine wake my soul to sing The flowers are returning to the earthSeasons change and its turning warmLet’s smile as we head outsideTime to stretch out your glorious form Your dress looks lovely upon your skinAlas, its time to remove some

Frayed Cuff On Antique Khaki

Frayed cuff on antique khakiKnowing thy state of dressI wasn’t as dapper as she was used toHoping she wouldn’t think any less He wasn’t any better than a prigHer dance card drawing sideways looksQuietly, she enjoyed my wicked tongue& the way we shared our crooked books Shaking the dust off our neglected spinesCertain steps lead

Only Loyal To The Dead

Only loyal to the deadKeeping faith with those gone beforeThoughts hard to shake looseMy left foot dragging on the floorWhat did I drink last nightHer voice pounding in my headRegret fills me from withinI know I should have drank water instead

Sheep In Wolves’ Clothing

    Sheep in wolves’ clothing Alone in the natural spirals A delicate peace teetering In a time when hate’s gone viral A profound wilderness With the Shepherd long forsaken Truth & reason at risk With Faith’s foundations shaken Does compassion still exist Love faltering/dreams now monochrome The Devil removing his mask Once he’s comfortably

The Beat Making My Diesels Sweat

The beat making my Diesels sweatThis is beyond my usual sceneUsually I can’t dance without regretNeeding a lot more alcohol & caffeineGlow sticks & the whole lot to lampoonI can’t live life with digitized crapMoving my body like an analog buffoonI need to find a pretty lady to sit upon my lapI spy one in

I’ll Take My Coffee Black

I’ll take my coffee blackDarker than my dreamsWake from this slumberShake her from the reams

Perfectly Lined Rows Of Trees

Perfectly lined rows of trees Our escape from the mundane Shaking away tilted visions Of a ghostly morning train Remembering her latent beauty No place for such fickle motions Return to living your current life Set gently against the Atlantic Ocean