I want to write But I don’t have the words So I watch the ink seep silently I know you’re thinking I’m absurd
So many empty notebooks To fill with small little doodles & swirls Intimidated by the stark whiteness I don’t know how to create lasting worlds
Pondering & delving into thought Present in my feelings with offerings to burn Slowly churning my fickle imagination In the hopes a bit of creativity might return
Collecting fresh faced girls with monogrammed asses Spending the morning listening to the Blues An old soul within that youthful mindframe Toe tapping, blackout shades & misleading tattoos
I begin to think I’m the one lured But all we have between us is coffee stained mug rings Embrace the possibilities of the moment Join in the beauty of desperate sorrow of BB King
This day is such a sunny tease Through passion, we become another bedpost notch A memory Today will keep for all posterity As she makes me taste the glories of her vagazzeled crotch
I trace your lips with my finger Such pouty perfection in this face I want to devour you right here But in public is not the proper place So I whisper one word: “tonight” & let you think upon that all day You’ll stew & simmer & imagine How all this love will be conveyed
Alone with my thoughts
Shut up in this temporary, two room apartment
Thinking through imagination
Rack my brain to conjure anything Heaven sent
Ink spilled, but nothing to write home about
Languished notions in an attempt at creation
Yet a vision of satire is all that I am
Craving a spark; anything to produce elation
Transactionally stealing poetry from her diary
Thinking pretty thoughts, my lady crooner
Shedding our shared idealized past
Ravishingly disheveled from another nooner
These things are seldom spoken aloud
Angels sing out; no longer so distant
Breached actions distorting our thoughts
Heartbroken; leaving you feeling resistant
I’m out here worshipping my secular goddess
Looking for quiet now & avoiding unsolicited advice
Passion not always akin to pleasure
Focused to ensure my kisses are nice & precise
I’m too old to chase you
Regardless of beauty, understood
Taking a step back to see if you wish to continue
For I never want you to walk away for good
Times are tough- its not easy to love forever
I can’t guess how you feel or what it will take
But silence leads to a sharpened sever
I wish to stop this inevitable heartbreak
I’m not naive enough to think things shiny & new
But my pulse is weak; unsure what it can go through
On the shores of Ol’ Patagonia While the citizens did sleep Youthful fear of affection Yet into the woods, they silently creep
Don’t let on how you feel For you might get what you want The pain of admitting you care & perchance it might forever haunt
The burden of carrying embarrassment & possibly feeling regret this long Thy youth’s clear true love But hindsight tells me I was wrong
For I wasn’t brave enough to trust Too busy being incorrect by name Fear welling into my soul But I loved her all the same
It’s not fair to bring up old times Immaturity & self-reject are not a virtue I don’t deserve her thoughts nor sentiments In the end, never good enough for you
Still thinking of what might’ve been Or an excuse to freshly misbehave Angst & teenaged awkwardness Take a shot & take it all to my grave
Brushing the record as it goes ‘round Morning comes faster when you can’t sleep Sipping the tepid coffee down to the grounds Delirious; mind wandering depths so deep
Trying to move your body; needing a gentle stretch What more to be done when you can’t think Misinterpreting grumpiness for ravings of a wretch Settle down; give me a moment for another drink
Fluttering hearts on a broken trail Do you know your own soul Too many nights Too many sad songs Your mind sent off balance Thinking cursed thoughts Can you cleanse yourself Any way to be free
So you think you want to be wild But you’ve never left the city gates Living within such structure Organizing a lush, manicured fate
Pushing forth the semblance of influence Yet, outwardly needing to create a scene Dreaming of an adventurous existence & what breaking free could possibly mean
Rereading Orwell and taking notes Not going to be ruled nor romanced By an adolescent philosophy Anyone’s faulty & retched political stance
We need to think for ourselves again Too many left for dead it seems Generation of choreographed absurdity & gathering the news by sharing memes
But I have faith we can regain our promise By exposing kindness & compassion instead It is possible to lead by inspiration Instead of ruling by threats & dread
*** and another thing; a note to those in power we need to rename political parties CSPAN is the lamest way to spend an hour
Sitting at the windowsill Fingers stained by my ink Face red & tranquilly humbled Cold & tumbled; too frozen to think
The nights are dropping temps I’ll need to do everything to keep warm Though I’m unwrapping each layer Eagerly embracing your gracious form
Life is a fine chance to love you Trading kisses as I adjust your weary crown Telling stories of our younger days & the magic that happened in a little Arizona town
You don’t think you’re beautiful Because of the pain you feel inside Existence finds itself with a teetering lull The path to happiness merely not identified
But you need to write your own dreams Never settle for what others might demand Seek out adventure & self-discovery Find the surprising beauty of the unplanned
Thinking of that girl With her legs crossed – just so Such a lovely figure Dangling casually – that I might know Falling to my knees & kissing Submitting myself to her perfect toes
I’m standing under swaying palms Holding a delicious boat drink I especially like the little umbrella Time away from life – don’t have to think
Smelling like lotion, salt & a sunburn My soul has truly needed this rest But without you here by my side My heart is still a million miles from Key West
Meandering down an etched path With vines & foliage on all sides The overgrowth keeps secrets locked & provides the perfect place to hide
I know where I always wish to be A forgotten realm; a place no one thinks to look Reality, hatred & cruelty forever expunged I’m safe here – alone in nature – me & a book
Trying out stories in the morning Typing away on this ol’ machine Thinking of something different A genius the world’s never seen But I can’t think of anything great I guess I’ll get more coffee instead I hear a whistle from my lady I guess my love needs me back in bed
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
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 & I’m trying my best
But I have doubts regarding the quality of the contents of my soul
The winter is too warm
But it’s too cold for tanlines
The beach not quite deserted
But I think that’s just fine
I could use some freedom
But you’d just call that semantics
Splitting hairs when I’d rather
Be engaging you in some bedroom antics
You’d blush and slap my cheek
But that’s mere foreplay to me
I went kissing a little too low
That’s when you spilt your daiquiri
Rubbing their fingers over the stereo knob The frequencies distorted on the airwaves Kings of the new world & thus apocalyptic Searching for something more pragmatic to crave
These technocrats with no concept of reality Tasking – without offering an alternate fate Demanding citizens for homages to be digital With no power to control – or else we attenuate
Words of peace have the chance to amplify Even when we’re feeling out of time/out of sync Don’t need their fiber optic lies to survive A blind man loses all when forced to blink
Tapping into a passion without any circuits Our transistors are live; we’re lovers thus discrete There’s no stopping us when their signal’s weak There’s nothing but fire & sparks when our wires meet
This life is forever altered now we’re here Do not attempt to adjust the squelch You’re listening to Radio Free America Standing proud & robust like Raquel Welch
Frayed cuff on antique khaki Knowing thy state of dress I wasn’t as dapper as she was used to Hoping she wouldn’t think any less
He wasn’t any better than a prig Her dance card drawing sideways looks Quietly, she enjoyed my wicked tongue & the way we shared our crooked books
Shaking the dust off our neglected spines Certain steps lead to an awkward courtship But faith in the power of pristine passion That’s when I met her puckered cherry lips
Empty wine bottles clink; devoid of all inspiration
But that’s not the way you remembered they bled
Choosing the perfect wording for posterity
A trembling shadow of what the poets once said
We once set out to create a fresh universe
But that’s not the way I can any longer think
Falling in love with strange, beautiful women
The source & reason for all the dedicated ink
Our souls entwined in deliberate communion
But that’s not the way that I came to be lost
Specific writings to engrave our cosmic lust
Forever entombed within this highland frost
thinking nostalgic thoughts on an empty stomach rediscovering grunge tunes stuck at home in a pandemic remembering the pain of high school couldn’t fit in anywhere reliving dark moments where it could’ve ended remembering lost loves & how warm they made you feel but you know it wasn’t real leaving you cold & alone abandoned until life truly began.
I want to know the secrets The ones you have buried deep within I want you to whisper your love Kiss me so long they’ll think it’s a sin
Running away from sunsets & goodbyes Feeling the lead of stained windowpanes These houses don’t hold strained memories Washed away in the softening of Winter’s rain
I’m freely exposed in these dimmer days Wrap me with the sound of rigorous hymns I listen, but don’t fathom your parlance I can’t keep up with your acronyms
Battered old blank pages Waiting to be smeared by ink Disheveled by passing time Often fraught with more than we think Crisp white canvas no longer Absorbing life as a passerby So pause before you type A silent witness to these lies
If you met me in person You’d think I was an uninteresting guy That I had no personality But the truth is I can be painfully shy But if you let my words speak I can flourish & blossom before your eyes There might be something worthy If only you can wait for the surprise
I didn’t mean to get too personal I merely noticed your exposed slip My thoughts took me to uncharted waters Thinking of us – alone- a subtle skinny dip An abandoned wedding gown crumpled The satin too white against your lace I didn’t know what I was supposed to feel Though I could see the muted joy in your face You kicked off your heels & removed your gloves Walking too close you whispered ‘yes’ to my surprise I loosened my tie before you took charge I’ll never forget how you looked with your laughing eyes
With the inmates running the asylum
The cavernous tunnels are cold & dank
It can be difficult to remember the faces
The ones who put you here, the ones to thank
But we’re not twiddling our thumbs at night
We’re sharpening our words for vengeful retort
You think we’re numbed & harmless fools
Our bunker: in the guise of a blanket fort
I’m not an artist, just a guy with a pen Upon a lonely night, I started to write I jotted down some rhymes for me Teen angst channeled into the light I’ve never looked back to think I just keep writing over the decades I don’t edit my feelings nor judge you Purely an attempt for the soul not to fade
I’ve been thinking about you
Draped in straps & buckles that push
Silks, lace & any cloth at all
Stretching thin across your tush
The day has been long & tiring
& your love is exactly what I need
Let my eyes devour every curve
No promise to be gentle in my greed
Looking past clear stars Each universe has a split seam Stretch your fingers wide Leave behind your American Dream Be easy & think yourself free Our minds hold us back in chains Silently slip through the hole Never following you with their pains
I’m not your reluctant hero I’m nothing along those lines Don’t think so highly of a fool With your lips crumbling into your wine Please don’t raise me up to be much I’m not what you see with your eyes A figment of an imagination’s dream I’m lost within these warm Florida skies
Floating amongst the blue My bones drying in the heat I’m still thinking about you Relaxation, such a novel treat Life cherished in these days Not the change you wanted to see Time ignored in many ways I am sorry, for I am still only me