Clear

I lift the sphere of energy, tumultuous energy, 
below in my heart
rise above animalistic stupidity
the line of which is drawn at
draw
my neckline
aim at the circle of my head
Bull's eye
Bow's sky

All becomes organized
All becomes clear
Clear winter
Sky
Clear winter 
Eye

Despite which anyone may think, my Brain rules my Heart. 

Both Heart and Brain are grateful for this fact.

We, my friend. We are in perfect control. Perfect.

Call me detached. Call me Wind.

Train Passing

i am thankful 
to pull in behind the line of cars
respite the responsibility of my pedal
and watch this train pass
a S. Alamo Street

i am thankful
to respite the responsibility of my pedal
and watch this woman pass
an Alamo battle 

center stage code blue
watch her unreal body
hybrid of my own skin and that of cadaver 
smooth loops of bowel externalized 
rough ride of life internalized

center stage lights blue
watch her unreal body
hybrid of my own skin and that of angel
smooth pirouettes of emotionality externalized 
rough fate of death internalized

i am thankful
to watch her unreal body pass

A Pelagic Apology

you squeeze and yank at the pillow under your raggedy curls
like a baby goldfish you pop air bubbles from bubble lips
but possessed I am fervently busied with a mission for fishin'
and 'fore long my hook be yankin' and I am overboard  
a big splash of fluid and an apology immersed

just an itch

the nerve said to the muscle: Twitch

and twitch the bitch sure dint ditch but he who is so kitchy cant in no form or shape let his britches be ditched

sitch may be tits bits and hits but switch the kidz kedz catch and the sitch we stitch with so much grit

moody's and fitch rate blank wits let the country go a lit and sit yes sit sit yo ass down my tits my slit bliiiiiiiitz

blitz that charging bull with so much ritz hitchin' and richin' like a boar whisperin' to scratch my itch

no German on this home front frontin' on the NYSE floor and score! Twitch you got the nerve of a bitch hittin' the floor of this exchange and ride the wild boar market ain't no loose change for losing those britches to rub no switch on so much form shape and tits those lips be blitzin' over so much ritz 

so go and Twitch

pg. 5. block

block me Here and block me Right but bat your lid and Left I did

Priority

I used you as the pen to scribble out my fantasy
I use tear drops to dot I's and eyes
Because I am nobody's priority

I used fear as the light atop my worldly peak
I use dark oak to lean my body and encase my heart
Because what else is priority

p. 4. Antibiograms

you said S. Pneum. should be italicizing
I kicked myself for rushing and gushing
not for impressing but for not Latinizing
and excited was I, To please and please please Let me please!
I licked each bug fonting wonting haunting to squeeze and wheeze
not for grammarizing but for romanticizing
and said I, Pivot Tables

you have not yet seen yet should be shown 
I picked my chances and by chance
an antibiogram tailor a one man champ
not for big conglom shoo sham but one woman heart dam goddamn!
I tramped Excel and VBA, a withering foray guising to soirée sans bay
yes with sparkly tricks of a stable ivy livet gable  
and you I, Turn heavy bourbon'ed tables

pg. 3.

what I do with her I want with you
pull and push so as to pull closer

pg. 2.

I don't have a good reputation
for which you fear the truth of
I want and don't want to disprove
for when I fear, there is untruth

I don't have a good expression
for which I suffer aloneness
I want to show you some possibilities
for you fear, and I want to unearth

pg. 1.

little pieces of velcro you throw at me
i stick and unstick to stick again
along the x-axis of Time 
patches of existence non-existence
each second each void

i hold out my open palm you land
don't twitch but muscle does not listen
like you feel my grasp already
you flow and fall through spaces connecting  
each finger each beat 

you land and fall along the axis
i stick and unstick what you give me
what you take away
and i hate you for it

i land and fall along your whim
you are so stingy with your velcro
enough just to keep this alive
and i want you for it

twenty. aight?

twenty I ate
twenty times too late
twin finds twine 
twelve is twenty
and twenty twelve is past
but twelve twenty is tomorrow
as twenty is thieved
thine fines entwined
twenty twines too soon
twenty eight I

tBwitch

the nerve said to the muscle: Twitch

and twitch the bitch sure dint ditch but he who is so kitchy cant in no form or shape let his britches be ditched

The Uncomfortable Comfort

Nothing is left inside here outside here
Or is that so
Everything is created for distraction detraction
Yes that is so
sew soles solely so
sold of souls

Tolerate I do this authority of foolery
Or should I
Pursue I do authoritatively of fools
No not quite 
quiet quits quite quippy
queues of quests

All things left is but bred from Trueness
Or one thing
Lean cuts leave hard metal Comfort
Yes hard soles
soles tight tread quietude on quest along and of / hard True non foolish non detracting ground
sides both fall cut authority souls in queue upon queue into /  fools moat soft putty comfortable Lies

One Female One Sweat

Shag at thirty dollars per
One quarter ounce of 
Female at thirty tries per
One half drop of
Sweat at thirty degrees of 
Separation
Anxiety

Per Espresso Gallery Jazz Poetry Night Open Mic

Soft Breast, Hard Palate

Round and circular but not really circular
Circular and tender but not really tender
Firm it is against my palate
Soft it is against my heart
Not tender, Firm me
Not firm, Soft me
Test her firmness, my infirmitiy
Test her softness, me sophomoric
Press
Fall

Per Espresso Gallery Jazz Poetry Night Open Mic

Fucking keys

Keys dig my dorsolateral thigh
Into and out of as I shift and roll
Keys dig his metal sides
Left and right as I screech and push
Keys dig her burdened vagina
Twist and turn as I rhythm and song

Per Espresso Gallery Jazz Poetry Night Open Mic

Catatonia

Limbs fall but resist they do
Fake fall

She wants nothing to do with you
She wants not to bother with all

Catatonic spells out lies they do
Real spells

She wanted everything to do with it
She wanted to bother you all

Per Espresso Gallery Jazz Poetry Night Open Mic

this road
i walk alone
collecting 
people

feh fuh fie foe

Updates installed

1. Alvarado not for Alvarado but to ice pick the thereafter 

2. Con woman leaves lasting pros and an amateur con

3. Laurd of the Septum and Carbon Rings run stripper heel book holders 

4. Sophocles brought a soft heart from Paris to New Amsterdam

5. Cinder blocks ghetto block parties with Sebring convertibles

6. Bell Blvd Bar mixers mix a time so late for work

7. Schmuck shucks ego blow up sup elevate to new league

8. Bo-ooogie man walks red carpet via desperate entertainment industry 

9. K-Pain rappin out J Crew prep to cruise this ego

10. AtxEuroPesos prostitute a well sold whoredom

11. ALabamda EXchange the queer for the flirt, exchange big for right

12. MariaK, forget-you-nots, The dance that never ended and never will

13. St Nicholas brings candied fish to a young boy

14. Pontine nuclei localization to a quick lesion

15. Michigan States this is her first girl

16. Journal of the ESsential Sociedad of Special Needs

17. Job Openings (for) Economist, DDS self prescribes sildenafil

18. VinnDiagrams stuff puppy dogs in circles of rules and regulations

19. Auburn locks lock this heart into a tender sweet tomato soup in Bushwick

20. Laurel wreaths repeating leaps and bounds across the Throgsneck bridge
21. Sarah discovered herself her hands on me around me inside me while he watched and fell
22. Railroads feed me john galt's BigMac at the reddened RonaldMcDonald loft

Do you want another drink?
She just had a drink!

Your eyes threaten me with love
Prove it to me!

You eye him with lust 
You ask to leave with me?

You keep your distance some
She just met you tonight!

so long

Your long hands tugged at my lower back 

Your soft lips pushed at my lips

Your long arms locked me at the hip 

Your soft breasts pushed at my breasts

Your long body wanted to advance and advance you did

pushing me so 

my upper back gnawing into the railing

my lower back still in your hands

Your soft lips wanted to advance and advance you did

bending me a

thin bamboo my neck my back protrude into sea breeze

my lower back still in your hands

I bend and I whimper and I melt and I rest 

in your cabin of long hands and long arms and long legs

cabin by the sea

I open my eyes to the dark sky the dark sea and see 

that I need not five senses 

but one but

that ship has sailed

long limbs
so long

so long, mate

so long
ago

my lower back still in your hands

United State of Pain

He said she has experienced his pain
He said none other has 
He said he loves her

I stay quiet
For I have said what he has said

I remember how safe I was
when you answered the phone
three thousand miles away I was safe
but not three seconds prior

You never told me your pain
You were familiar with mine
Like none other has
Lookers-on may laugh but they know not

You are a bad counselor

I wanted to feel your pain I wanted to feel You
Yield. Let it cut deeper
I felt safe doing so. You with me 
over a tenuous line 

You are a bad counselor
You never told me your pain

Without Me

My back touches the wall
Your back touching air

No one pays attention to us

My hip touching air
Your hip touches air

They continue without us

You look down at me
Brown eyes soft and pure
Gently loving
Brimming with Goodness

I breathe the air pocket between our eyes
and it is not enough
air

My back touching the wall
Your back to them

I look past you wanting escape

My hip wanting your hips
Your hip girdling me inside

I look up at you
My eyes hiding and low
Deftly running
Brimming with Fear

Our hips float in the air pocket between our loins
and it is so very little
air

They continue without us

my eyes deceive you
my hips deceive you

You continue without me

A Wash Enough

Today is a wash
I lie
Every day has been a wash
This week
A wash

Idleness
Realization
that this is a wash

Waiting
So much
This is not it

Not the Life
These people
A wash

Simply waiting

This is not it
Not the Life
Leads to it

A wash
Just a wait

The fire inside burns so strong so restlessly I hold myself back from the worse from dishonor Yet it is it must it SHALL be released in small spurts For How does one deal with This waiting A perfect life Perhaps A privilege indeed to be bequeathed Yet The sense of control wanting to lose itself RESTless yet I do not REST I must keep moving yet This Life is not moving FAST enough Guard yet I do my honor so tenuously Dependent on  Audience I do best ONLY of which I let myself But Not do I let myself do the best I am capable OF Because why care yet She She She and SHE make me care Who is she Nobody but a gentle soul A gentle soul Is All I need I do not know But I do know what is not Enough

The wonder of 
Enough

Fortune Rookie

She cracks

Cracks open

A fortune

Empty

inside

Empty inside

Just a message

Heavy like Air

So heavy

Deal your own

A fortune 

Empty

outside

Empty outside

Not a message

Light like Earth

So light

Not your time

Fortune cookie

for 

Fortune rookie

Make your own

Identity crisis

Identity capital

Your 
fortune

red and white

stethoscoped ear drums drum drum drum
wonder that is 
yet wonder i do thumb trump trump
an automaton not to control 
red it is and red blood i pomp pump pump

scalloped joint caps clip clip clip
grey this is 
yet white i see sidestep step step
a cement wanders below
white it is and white space i run romp romp romp 

Baby Bird: mommy! hug me!
Mama Bird: ok Please be a good girl when you return to NY. 
Baby Bird: I'm a free bird. Fly around and around.
Mama Bird: I want to hug my little birdie. Mommy love you very much. Be careful where ever you fly.

I am a singing teddy bear
I am cuddly and furry
I have no heart and lungs just squeezable widdle paws
Paw Paw Paaaaaaaw

vanilla

strain heave wrapt vanilla white sheets throes of vanilla plain mort reincarnate re-enlighten light strong waft vanilla vanilla where did thou come from? i am fond of thee i gasp for survival fittest most fitting a la petite mort vanilla conceive thee i shall carbon bonds clitoral fragrance carbon molds clitoral quintessence

starve happy

i blunder milligrams and micrograms

you stop me 
i expect a lash
you grasp my wrist
firm
gently make a point 
that it's not a major point
but enough to point

i advance millimeters and micrometers
blonde streaks threading through gentle hazelnut
waves upon waves floating at the nape
masculine narrow blue eyes determination
feminine grasping hand educating encouraging
faint facial lines proving worth and time 

i walk outside
scan the usual fare
decide to starve
happy

velcro skies

misaligned interests

changing faces
west coast
east coast
no coast 
in sight
a future in the air
velcro skies
yank my feathers

small wounds 
coalesce
borning me

no questioning

his big white coat commanding
that i be his chaperone standing
in a little white room we beckon
to remove her gown in a second
soft young breasts we are questioning
cysts benign malignant malingering
a natural instinct the brain retrieves
a past love's consummation eve
soft young breasts i am caressing
trysts sighs poignant lovemaking
a laughable charge the brain receives
a present society's assumption i tease
soft young female chaperone no questioning
as proper molestation prophylacting

anything but

how long do you think we'll last ? six months ?
I smile and do not respond to gypsy musings 
for gypsies dance and frolick and she too free to do anything but

and I too slow too late to do anything but

write

write about her musings that were not musings
write about the gypsy who wants a home
write about the home that wants a gypsy
write about my musings that were her musings that were not mere musings

winter log

blue tail pimp now limp in the bin

blue clit clippity clip clip

clip cut kgbitches and clip choke kgblokes

alma mater do do matter

reader and writer do do simmer

simmer and whimper the bros turn hos

i work charm and my peers play farm

nurture them of past and along they will pass

solo soul darkens colored train lines harken

polo shirts lighten 'whats your sign?' brighten

dates to be planned dont date plans

maternal arrival heralding bling ding

ennui woe-sers and coffee closers

tax law puzzles fo shizzle my nuzzle

nuzzle and cuddle is a saleable rebuttal

glengarry glen ross the saleable love shuttle 

easy blondes are no fixed income bonds

occam's razor solving bling ding ding a ling

i play the unicorn times three 

what do you play i ask thee

instigate i do unwitting and unwanting

jealousy and need tangle in seed and weed

poisonous fruit in juice box of locks

giving to be given - a given to giving 

lavender visions spawn myopic matrimonial incisions

mother i like to love is never too late to loveboat

a pretty tug she is but the heart is no tugboat

beset with want - get ready go set

go home early before the moon sets

The Waiting Room

Nothing I have done matters
Nothing I do matters
Nothing I will do matters, or will matter

This fight is worth fighting for
As long as I know I will lose.

Otherwise, my feet leave the track of a Fool

The fight for prestige wealth acceptance
To be desired and envied by our fellow Fools
The disguised fight against Death
I will disguisedly lose

Iron Man atop Mount Everest
Enjoy the high

But know that Dr. Maslow is a quack against Death
Prestige is not remembered
Wealth you bequeath to Fools
And what better antithesis to acceptance than Death

Come judgment day Dr. Maslow is my God
Lovingly directing us to Hell
for like the Egyptians
we have built but failed to reach a nonexistence

So 

Toil
to lose
for what else is there for us to do
magazines in the waiting room of Death