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”

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

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”

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 paradiseContinue reading “Wading Through Seawater In Your Dress”

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 ofContinue reading “Rubbing Their Fingers Over The Stereo Knob”

No Matter How Bad The Day Is

No matter how bad the day isI’m always going to be here for youThe world will seek to destroy& They’re going to want to kill me tooAs long as we stand togetherWe’ll repel horrors too evil to describeOur love linked arm in armDrowning out their heinous diatribe

Life Rocks Us Silently

Life rocks us silentlyRising & falling with the boatVisions held most dearWithin these stories I wroteRemoved my choice of realityBut here I’ll take my standFirm between the swellsWith gentle reminders of Neverland

A Naked Woman Upon The Figurehead

A naked woman upon the figureheadStanding proud in the breezeCalling to the Sirens & wenchesKnowing the truth of these seasHer beauty remaining firm & intactThe ship around her orange with rustThe sailors with splinters in their palmsFor she has a wooden bust

I Saw Her Through The Glittering Sun

I saw her through the glittering sunPerched high upon the lifeguard standPerfectly sculpted under bright skyKnees weak, tripping in the soft sandThe gulls echoing a distant cryDreams of love & what could beThe salt air marinating upon our skinI’ve lost my heart here upon the sea