Wednesday, October 18, 2017
Friday, October 06, 2017
Frog silly
Danced with you at the edge of the plain,
The p;an = handle falling between us.
Tore away that last strip of indiscretion,
Frontal view makes a lasting impression.
See voices, hear visions, feel heat on the soles of my feet.
Run up the stairs and open the door, you are me and I am no more.
Traverse my watching, inspect our listening acuity,
Intercede when least expected in the leaves of yonder fluid tree.
The p;an = handle falling between us.
Tore away that last strip of indiscretion,
Frontal view makes a lasting impression.
See voices, hear visions, feel heat on the soles of my feet.
Run up the stairs and open the door, you are me and I am no more.
Traverse my watching, inspect our listening acuity,
Intercede when least expected in the leaves of yonder fluid tree.
Saturday, October 29, 2016
Raw fascination having touched our circumstance
Marrow and cable volunteering at sunrise, bringing apples to the table
Polishing sweaty chromium bumpers rounded pointy, delicate and ready
For hundreds of guests to arrive swinging napkins from their hips, beckoning love
Like the lifting tail of a sparrow whose tiny eggs, within a few short weeks are gifting
This gracious world within her nest such cries of hunger, that we run for the spacious
Hills, the wrangled raw fascination having touched our circumstance too roughly, mangled
Our sheets in excessively tight cranking rollers, habanero peppers are no hotter than sin
We bless upon each other in bed, taking and giving ahead of sweet regional intimacy's song
Polishing sweaty chromium bumpers rounded pointy, delicate and ready
For hundreds of guests to arrive swinging napkins from their hips, beckoning love
Like the lifting tail of a sparrow whose tiny eggs, within a few short weeks are gifting
This gracious world within her nest such cries of hunger, that we run for the spacious
Hills, the wrangled raw fascination having touched our circumstance too roughly, mangled
Our sheets in excessively tight cranking rollers, habanero peppers are no hotter than sin
We bless upon each other in bed, taking and giving ahead of sweet regional intimacy's song
Sunday, October 16, 2016
Oh darling please
Oh darling I'm down on my knees.
Oh darling I'm down on my knees.
Will you bring me on home, bring me on home,
Bring me home please.
Oh darling please lend me your hand.
Oh darling please lend me your hand.
I thought I was walking on the road, walking on the road,
But I'm sinking in the sand.
Oh darling please show me a sign.
Oh darling please show me a sign.
When I'm slippng into darkness, slipping into darkness,
Won't you throw me a line.
Oh darling please hear my prayer.
Oh darling please hear my prayer.
I'm singing it to you, singing it to you,
And I know that you're there.
Oh darling I'm down on my knees.
Will you bring me on home, bring me on home,
Bring me home please.
Oh darling please lend me your hand.
Oh darling please lend me your hand.
I thought I was walking on the road, walking on the road,
But I'm sinking in the sand.
Oh darling please show me a sign.
Oh darling please show me a sign.
When I'm slippng into darkness, slipping into darkness,
Won't you throw me a line.
Oh darling please hear my prayer.
Oh darling please hear my prayer.
I'm singing it to you, singing it to you,
And I know that you're there.
Friday, September 30, 2016
Dearth of a salesman
They could not find their way
No one to lead the day
Plastic bags upon their feet and hands
Dusting off their knees while rolling in sands
Of a peristaltic action underneath
Resilience of an out of touch belief
We speak we spin the web
Of spiders in our head
Ants and rabbits walking slowly in the yard
Hand me over to your business, take my card
And flip it through the air like a trout
Doing with it what one does without
Impressions from the end
You never were my friend
Second guessing when the axe would fall
Ankle deep in jelly in the stall
My hooves were cooked and melted it is true
This Raininghorse is turning into glue
No one to lead the day
Plastic bags upon their feet and hands
Dusting off their knees while rolling in sands
Of a peristaltic action underneath
Resilience of an out of touch belief
We speak we spin the web
Of spiders in our head
Ants and rabbits walking slowly in the yard
Hand me over to your business, take my card
And flip it through the air like a trout
Doing with it what one does without
Impressions from the end
You never were my friend
Second guessing when the axe would fall
Ankle deep in jelly in the stall
My hooves were cooked and melted it is true
This Raininghorse is turning into glue
Monday, September 12, 2016
Iced shaken stirred
Into your duty pantleg pour concrete zippers of whale meat
Dawn blisters its emptiness within radical vaccinations against autumn
Hair tie unbutton resting arm across wasted wasp stinging five times
Like the cock we discussed perching in language henhouse that fox
Pushes tail into my face its fuzzy determination fashionably obscured
Camouflage vacation hollow wrenching grill with hillsides of bones
In dirt and washing all hung round and beaten like drums until darkness comes
Dawn blisters its emptiness within radical vaccinations against autumn
Hair tie unbutton resting arm across wasted wasp stinging five times
Like the cock we discussed perching in language henhouse that fox
Pushes tail into my face its fuzzy determination fashionably obscured
Camouflage vacation hollow wrenching grill with hillsides of bones
In dirt and washing all hung round and beaten like drums until darkness comes
Thursday, July 21, 2016
Serotonin middleware
Tanning flow potential a diving hand cupped framing webs
outside a gated region sumptuous with spiders in glimmering sun
somewhere east of hyacinth west of buzzing bees.
A pair of hummingbirds flirt on ancient power lines long dead
diving in for a quick fuck before nesting begins filling skies
ignoring crow caws cracking afternoon smell of garbage.
My throat opens in imaginary swallowing pose thinking of her
How she took me in caught me engulfed me consumed my yum
Eyes open blinking against the light of sun from behind my shoulder.
outside a gated region sumptuous with spiders in glimmering sun
somewhere east of hyacinth west of buzzing bees.
A pair of hummingbirds flirt on ancient power lines long dead
diving in for a quick fuck before nesting begins filling skies
ignoring crow caws cracking afternoon smell of garbage.
My throat opens in imaginary swallowing pose thinking of her
How she took me in caught me engulfed me consumed my yum
Eyes open blinking against the light of sun from behind my shoulder.