Passed & Past
Smile and watch
and muse the days
about you,
passed and past
dancing seconds
as partners embraced,
passioned tight
wound in hair
and words -
we meant every
one.
Joyed and not jaded
“Joyed and not Jaded”
emblazoned on my soul.
studded silver,
scars as patches
shown,
wear them
and carry them through
each state line.
Smiles and tears
will teach us only more
the turns, curve of roads
traveled.
Joyed and not jaded
Joined, another round
stories shared
swell and well
and lines as life
mark our days
in the sun.
Disarray
A man and woman
can fuck
and bruise
and disarray,
but a man and man
must piss a stall away
for fear of fag…
and one’s fear and misunderstand
must judge the force of
heartstrings pulled,
erode at human right.
We thought of
we fought
of freedom
and generations later
redefined it -
and again.
And now
we call ourselves
“Free.”
Clothes on the Floor
Clothes on the floor
rarely happens at my house
save for stints of passion
- couldn’t wait or waste
effort for proper -
linens riddled
strewn surface
doors ajar
curtains peeled
sheets awry
skin pressed
and fine.
Everything undone.
Whisper Realms
These are dead roads
carriage souls
common rode
to ever wounds.
Stitched dreams
as stones through gardens
lovely dark, dangerous to
casual drifters
never returned
from midnight ganders.
These are dark trails
and spirits drank
steep into night
peer shoulders over,
whisper realms
cast near or far.
Atrophy voice
lips quiver
feet stepped
slowly, maddeningly
turned round
and done.
Un
Weather moves
as we comfort complain
turn dial
un adapt
un favor
un become
the dirt.
Bipedalism
carried from oceans
to luxury boxes.
shadows dis and re appear
at clap of hands,
evolved to un
under tone
and above all
coddle all -
natural selection takes
knee bended
lowered to level
with all the rest.
Is this adaptation
evolution
adept ation
Un.
Into
Broken HeartStrings
as hair
neo-medusa
seductress siren
called into night.
Prophet eyes, gaze
of setting sun, afire.
Rebound of hips
through thought
thrown lovely
cast as spell
save or crave
and damn us all
maddeningly into night.
Every want and touch
as stars strewn
spewed to sky
space between
tug and pull
gravity give.
Sway round
violently
into…
Stuff I like
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(via RIAZZOLI.: kitchen love.)
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the writer's address
a street sandwiched
somewhere between
the place where dreams are
made and the
pit where they are... -
The beginning
We’ve missed our mothers reckoning,
Ignored her fiery breath
to hide beneath an oak felt desk.
Cutting...
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drag my heart
on tenterhooks
through fresh
spring mud
(sudden showers
arrive unexpected),
pulled into ditches
full of... -
